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herself. A naked alley dog. So a
dungeon in the heart of a ritzy, stuffy house. Who knew?
    She bit
her lip. The owner wouldn't know if she snooped a little, and she could look at
everything and actually satisfy her curiosity in a way she couldn't at the
clubs.
    Afterward
she could leave the door unlocked until her vacation ended. Unlocked doors
didn't bother her at all.
    Maybe she
should run upstairs and get some clothes on? Running around like this
was…strange. But rather exciting. She grinned and walked across the room.
    She tried
out the waist-high bondage table, lying on it faceup .
Imagining herself in the cuffs and strapped down with someone standing over her
gave her a horribly vulnerable feeling…and yet the soft leather seemed to
caress her skin. Next she stood against the massive wooden St. Andrew's cross
fastened to the wall, remembering the women in the club, hands raised over their heads, legs spread. When her nipples
tightened to aching points, she looked around for a source of cold air and
found none.
    She
examined the nasty whips and then slapped one of the multistranded floggers against her leg. It created an odd thuddy sensation, not the stinging she'd expected. The thin wooden cane that she tried
next hurt a lot more.
    Whoever lives here must be a very scary person. Good thing
he's gone.
    Finally
she came to the one piece of equipment that kept drawing her attention. She
circled the spanking thing twice, trying to ignore the needy twisting inside.
But just the thought of spanking had always…bothered her. She brushed her hand
over the firm leather and felt a tremor of excitement. All right, then. How
would a person use this one? It looked an awful lot like a vaulting horse for
gymnastics, almost a sawhorse with a barrel shape on top. But no gym vaulting
horse boasted leather cuffs on the legs. Littler cuffs on that side and bigger
ones here indicated that a person didn't straddle the horse but would lie
across the barrel part, head down and butt up.
    What would
that feel like?
    Well,
she'd tried everything else in the place. With a tiny giggle, she jumped up and
draped herself over the top.

Chapter Two
     
    Alex
parked next to the cheap rental in his driveway. Obviously the exchange person
had arrived. Had Butler liked her? Finding the woman's mangled remains in the
foyer would really top off the day.
    Hopefully
he could work out some arrangement with her. By the time he could get a flight,
the conference would be almost over, so he saw no point in pursuing that plan.
Damned if he'd take up residency in some hotel in his own town. She'd just have
to see reason. The house was big enough they didn't have to run into each
other, or maybe he'd give her enough money to rent a hotel.
    He walked
in and called, “Hello.”
    Silence.
    Then with
a woof of delight, Butler appeared
from around a corner, skidding on the slick marble tiles in his excitement.
Alex chuckled as he petted the squirming beast. They'd lived together for a
good five years, ever since he'd found the dog skulking around the garbage bin
at the beach house. His mother hadn't been impressed, but dignity ranked high
on her list of priorities and was nonexistent on Butler's.
    “So
where's our tenant?” Alex asked as he tugged gently on Butler's ears. He didn't
hear any noise in the house, so she was probably upstairs unpacking. As he
headed toward the stairs, he felt a warm trickle from under the dressing the
emergency-room nurse had applied. Apparently his stitches hadn't appreciated
being rubbed against a car seat. Turning, he headed for the dungeon, where he
kept most of his first-aid supplies. Might as well patch himself up, although that might prove difficult, considering the wound was on his back.
Maybe he'd grab some gauze and tape and see if he could get the woman to slap
it on. She was a vet, after all, which was one of the main reasons he'd chosen
her.
    He went
down the hallway to his dungeon and stopped. The door stood slightly ajar,