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number.  Waiting for him to answer made me incredibly nervous but when he did I couldn’t force a word from my lips.
    “Caitlin?” His voice held that seductive quality with a no nonsense tone.
    “Um.  Yeah, it’s me.” I finally managed to speak through my cotton-filled mouth.
    “Do you have a decision for me?” He was in full business mode, and there was nothing remotely resembling anything more than an air of superiority in his voice.
    “I do.”  I couldn’t make myself say the words.  I wasn’t sure if I was having second thoughts or that this was the moment I knew my life would change forever and I was fighting against what would inevitably be.
    His deep chuckle erased the sternness I contemplated over the phone, and it did something to my insides.  “Might I know the result?”
    “My answer is yes.”  I spoke the words quickly, jumbling them together before I had no ability to speak them.   It was such a huge relief to just have them out there, maybe even making me feel like I couldn’t take it back after I agreed.
    “Very good.  I’ll have my driver pick you up at six tonight so we can discuss the arrangements in detail.  And Caitlin.” He paused, leaving me hanging on to his defragmented sentence impatiently.  “You made the right choice.”  That was it.  He hung up the phone.
    I clenched the receiver tightly in my hands, not sure I had, and feeling more nervous now than when I’d picked up the phone to call.  Almost in slow motion, I forced my fingers to relax the death grip and hung it back up carefully.  What the hell had I just agreed to?  I guess I’d find out later tonight.
    “Well?” McKayla was staring at me with concern lacing her beautiful face and I wasn’t sure how to answer.
    “He’s picking me up tonight to discuss the details.” After last night, I thought he’d made it clear what he expected, so I had no idea what details we needed to discuss.  Obviously McKayla felt the same way because she looked at me in confusion.
    “I think it’s pretty obvious what he expects?” Shaking her head, she joined me at the counter digging into her tuna salad.  With her mouth still crammed full, she garbled out some words, and when I returned her confused stare, she chewed and swallowed before speaking again.  “I said he probably expects you to walk in and kneel at his feet.”
    “Really?” I hoped like hell he didn’t expect me to walk in his house and do that. 
    “Well, yeah.  You know sex slave, kneeling before him, kissing his feet, that’s what they do in those stupid-ass love stories.”
    “All I have to say is his feet better be clean.” We both got a good laugh out of that, breaking up the sudden anxiety that I was beginning to feel over this monumental decision.
    The rest of the day went by in somewhat of a blur.  I changed outfits three times before deciding on a simple black dress with two-inch heels.  There was nothing fancy about the dress, but at least I wouldn’t feel like a complete loser walking into his movie-star mansion tonight.
    The heels helped me feel a little taller.  Since I was only five foot two, I needed all the help I could get.  I put on a small amount of makeup, needed the confidence it gave and left my long hair hanging loose on my shoulders.  Staring at my reflection, I knew this was about as good as it was getting and turned away nervously.  What if he really did expect me to kneel down at his feet tonight?
    McKayla walked me downstairs to meet the driver and I hadn’t noticed last night that he was an attractive man.  He probably wasn’t much older than I was, judging by his looks, but there seemed to be a wisdom in his grey eyes well beyond those years. 
    “Miss Caitlin.” He smiled warmly, showing a brilliant white smile while holding the door open for me.  Maybe my libido had finally been awakened because if I’d met this guy under different circumstance I would have found him drop-dead