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career. He was the innocent bystander who stood to lose an empire if my then boss, Mr. Bosko, had his way. It was only after awakening in the hospital that the entire truth was made clear. Mr. Bosko would have killed me if Garrett hadn’t arrived to rescue me in time.
    “I’m so glad you’re here. I was afraid, after what was s-said in the hospital, after you removed my collar and left, that you wouldn’t—that I wouldn’t…God, you’re here! You’re really here, at my house!
    You’ve never been in my house.”
    “Sh-h, Kitten, just let me hold you,” he whispered against my face, holding me as if he might never let go.
    I did cry then, hearing the endearment I longed to hear. Lifting my chin, he looked into my face, wiping tears away with his thumbs as fast as they fell.
    “Don’t cry, Kitten, I won’t be able to bear letting you go if you cry.”
    “You called me Kitten,” I sobbed in explanation.
    “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I know better.”
    “Please don’t stop, I am yours, I don’t want to go away from you.”
    “Yes, you do. I shouldn’t be here. It’s why I stayed away from the hospital—it doesn’t have to be this hard.” Pulling me into his arms, he hugged me tight, whispering, “I will be waiting for you when you are ready for Lord Fyre to release you.”
    “I heard my name?” his voice asked from the other side of the screen, as if on cue.
    Lord Fyre.
    Oh shit!
    It was easier when we were in the hospital, Thomas talking to me, friend to friend, or so it seemed. The man who opened my screen door and let himself into my home was Lord Fyre, no doubt about it. I couldn’t begin to explain the difference, but different he was.
    Again, a man on either side, me emotionally stretched between the two for totally opposite reasons.
    Garrett, I wanted to love me, to cherish me—to be my Master; but Lord Fyre I wanted to open me, to share with me the lovely darkness that lurked in his soul, the same darkness that I believed lurked in mine.
    “Kneel,” Lord Fyre commanded.
    I fell to my knees and placed my cheek on top of his black leather boot without question, not thinking about Garrett, standing only a foot away. My only thought was to please this man, to convince him to train me. Remnants of my tears smeared onto his boot.
    “Oh, please,” Jackie whined from the doorway between the parlor and the kitchen. Hearing the sharp click of her stilettos retreating on my hardwood floors, I felt her disapproval, but didn’t know her reasons for disliking Lord Fyre. Though I understood well her frustration with me. She had worked so hard, conspiring with me to help me win Garrett back, and now that I could have him, completely, I still wanted another. She didn’t understand, maybe never would. It made her angry with me.
    Lord Fyre ignored her theatrics, demanding, “Who do you belong to?”
    I didn’t answer, closing my eyes. In my heart I still belonged to Garrett, but a deep-seated instinct that I was loath to understand insisted I allow myself the experience of Lord Fyre.
    “No one,” I answered, it seemed the only safe choice. “Master has released me, you have yet to collar me.”
    “And yet here you kneel before me, not him. Kiss my boots before you rise, slave.”
    I placed a soft kiss on the top of each boot—black and shiny, smelling faintly of fresh shoe polish. I wondered for a moment who shined his boots with such great care that I could see my reflection in their surface, and would that be my job soon? Standing slowly, I faced him.
    “Eyes down.”
    I lowered my gaze to the floor, but didn’t drop my face.
    “Walk with me,” he commanded, turning and going out onto the porch. I didn’t follow, at least not
    immediately like a good slave would have, instead I looked to Garrett, seeking permission, approval, or some sign that I was or wasn’t making a huge mistake. In answer, he used a nod of his head to nudge me out the door.
    Leaving the house, I didn’t find