The Enticement: The Submissive Series Read Free Page B

some Internet research.
    I glanced at the clock. I couldn’t call Meagan back immediately because it was time to pick Elizabeth up from preschool.Probably for the best, anyway; I didn’t want to appear overly eager. I would pick Elizabeth up, we’d have lunch, I’d cross my fingers that both she and Henry would take a nap at the same time, and then I’d call this Meagan Bishop back.
    I found it difficult to think about anything other than the e-mail. I tried calling Nathaniel, but I got only his voice mail. I hung up with a sigh. I was busting to tell
someone
but it’d probably be more fun to tell him in person. And by the time he got home, I’d have spoken to Meagan, so I’d have more information.
    Lunch took forever. While Elizabeth ate, I threw dinner together in the slow cooker. Henry refused to let anyone help him eat, so of course, when he finished, he had to be cleaned up. Fortunately, he went down for his nap quickly, but Elizabeth loved being read to and would try as hard as possible to stay awake so I could read multiple stories. She usually fell asleep halfway through the second and today was no different.
    The house was blissfully quiet when I made it down the stairs to the library. I opened the e-mail again and, with my heart thumping so hard I could take my pulse by watching my shirt, I called the number Meagan listed in the e-mail.
    “Meagan Bishop,” she answered brisk and businesslike.
    I was surprised she answered her phone herself but I realized it meant she must be a pretty direct person. I liked that. “Meagan, hello. My name’s Abby. I run the Submissive Wife blog. I got your e-mail.”
    “Oh, hey. Did you say your name’s Abby? I’m so glad you called. I’ve been dying to talk to you.” Her tone changed. It became friendly and less brash. “I love your blog. The writing, the content, all of it.”
    “Thank you.”
    “I feel like I halfway know you already, just from reading you. Crazy, isn’t it?”
    “Not too much,” I said. “I try to be realistic and everything I write about actually happened. I don’t make anything up. What you read is the real me.”
    “I thought so but it’s so good to have you confirm it.”
    “I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have.”
    “There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, you’re probably wanting to know more about our interest in you and your blog,” she said.
    “I’ll admit I’m very curious about what opportunities you have in mind.”
    A hint of her businesswoman persona slipped back into her voice. “Ultimately, that will depend on you and what you feel comfortable with. And we’re willing to break it up into baby steps. You can start out slow and if you want to do more and the need is there, we’ll look into you doing more.”
    I smiled. “Baby steps. I like that.”
    Meagan laughed and then continued. “We’re wanting to start a roundtable talk show about love and sex. As a tie-in, we need someone to write content for the Web site and we want that person to know what they’re talking about. You could still keep and post to your personal blog.”
    My head spun. Me? Write? For a job?
    “Meagan, I’ll admit my first thought is that surely you can find someone with more experience to write for you,” I managed to sputter out.
    “Of course we could,” she said. “But we don’t want them. We’ve seen your work and we want you. Like I said before, your voice, your use of language is delicately sensual and that appeals to a lot of people.”
    “Thank you,” I said, but my head was absolutely spinning. “Listen, I’ll have to give it some thought and get back to you.”
    “Yes, please, take some time to think about it. For now, I’llforward you some information. Also, if you think you’re interested, there’s a meeting in April in New York City. We’d love to have you come talk with us.”
    I took the dates down and we said good-bye. I didn’t realize how long we’d been chatting until we hung up