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of the pine trees lining one
side of the lake. Water lapped quietly around his shoulders as a trio of frogs
croaked off in the distance. Peaceful sounds in such a peaceful habitat should
settle his psyche. But the war occurring in his mind raged on without any hope
of negotiations happening anytime soon.
    The presence of the woman still pressed at his back. He
didn’t need to turn around to know she watched him, wondering why he seemed so
brusque and aloof. He’d seen the spark in her eyes the moment she’d walked up
to the workshop and gotten lost watching him. Her open appreciation had been
for him as much as it had been for the boat. A sign she valued fine
workmanship.
    But there was more to the story she’d told than she was
admitting. That fact had become clear the moment she’d mentioned Elena’s name.
He wasn’t looking to take on a submissive right now, but the challenge she’d
already presented him with was very alluring.
    Did he want to exploit her fight?
    He’d be a fool to dismiss his gut reaction to go a few
rounds with her. Those shapely legs of hers seemed to be a mile long. And the
low and sultry voice of hers had hardened his cock the moment she’d first
spoken.
    He wasn’t a stranger to the off-kilter feeling where his
body simply took over, where demanding hormones pushed away reason and logic.
But it had been awhile since he’d wanted to bury himself balls deep into a
woman, or wanted to slide his cock through the valley of her breasts, this
quickly.
    He wanted her.
    And he was smart enough to know the fascination went well
beyond simply the allure of having her under his command. Interesting the
feeling would come now. A day he felt any kind of attraction this intense
should be the last thing on his mind. It was pointless to think too much into
the whys as his body obviously knew something he didn’t.
    He was well trained enough to know when he should listen to
his gut.
    And right now, his gut was screaming to have Elisbeth
Lawson.
    Decision made, he spun in the water. Her gaze immediately
fell as he turned and her position gave him ample opportunity to study her
mannerisms—her tells. She made quite a picture, kneeling in a short skirt on
the cobblestone walkway he’d laid down two years ago. His active imagination
was proficient enough to think about what she’d look like wearing only his
ropes. But the erotic image in his mind wasn’t enough. He wanted to see the
reality in living color.
    God, it had been so long since he’d had a submissive where
he’d felt this kind of reaction. And unless he’d gotten rusty in his negligence
of his chosen lifestyle, she was just as attracted to him. Well beyond simply
wanting his assistance because of some asshole with a whip.
    It felt good to be wanted.
    It also felt good to know his body could still act of its
own accord.
    He wasn’t dead yet after all.
    The way her fingers trembled against her thigh showed she
was nervous. But the fact she stayed where she’d been ordered signaled to him
something deeper and more profound. She possessed the need to please a Dom. He
guessed she simply resisted the sensation because it went against whatever
society told her was normal. Or someone hadn’t bothered to take the time to
correctly show her. Based on what she’d told him earlier, he suspected it was
the latter.
    He smiled as he dipped under the water. Given what he’d seen
so far, she would be more than a handful. The over-starched shirt, pencil-thin
miniskirt and out-of-place stilettos gave that away. Who wore stilettos to a
job interview? He’d put money on the fact she wasn’t used to dressing up in
such a way and had either bought the first pair of heels she’d run across or
borrowed them from a friend.
    Her stuffy exterior seemed so…false. Especially since he’d
seen the glint of the silver barbell through the upper shell of her ear. Not to
mention he’d also caught the flash of tanned leather circling both of her wrists.
    Fussy