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than done. She needed a quick trip to her office right now to check herself, freshen her makeup…and maybe change into a dry pair of panties from the supply she always kept on hand. Carefully, she eased open the narrow door and covered the few steps to her office without encountering anyone. Locking herself in, she let out the breath she’d been holding.
    She couldn’t keep spying on Reece, no matter how much of an obsession it was. She just couldn’t seem to stop herself.
    If she didn’t pull herself together she might have to quit this job before she got fired.
    Ever since her first foray into D/s Katie had wondered what things would have been like if she hadn’t run from the hotel room that day as if the demons of hell were chasing her. But she’d known nothing about the scene except for rumors, and the things Reece wanted to do had frightened her.
    Big mistake.
    She’d been able to keep her feelings at bay as long as so many miles separated them. Now she wanted him with an unaccustomed fierceness. Could she trust him not to swallow her up? Would she even have the chance? It was obvious he’d moved on with his life.
    Only…why hadn’t he actually fucked his sub tonight?
    Maybe he was still in the room with her, stimulating both of them, and he’d get around to it later. She tried to block the images out of her mind.
    Get it together, Katie girl. He’s no longer available.
    Giving herself ten minutes, she changed panties, checked her makeup, and ran a brush through her hair. Putting her public face in place, she opened the door, let out her breath…
    And came face to face with Reece.
    Having India suck him off had relieved the physical tension in Reece’s body but did nothing for the emotional strain. The only reason he’d been able to go through with the session at all as because he knew Katie was watching and he was performing for her. The entire time he’d been playing with his sub, he kept imagining Katie on the table. Her ass being whipped. Her back covered with the design in wax. And her pussy that he stroked and teased to bring her to climax.
    Usually he used a selection of different toys, even applied the flogger after wielding the single tail whip to excite both himself and his sub again.
    Tonight he did neither because, idiot that he was, he kept seeing Katie’s face. Felt her eyes on him. Did she know that she was the one he wanted? Was she still out there watching?
    But a glance at the spy-hole showed him it was closed. Was she pleased with what she’d seen? Did it turn her on?
    Damn.
    If he didn’t cut this out he’d drive himself nuts. When he was dressed, he stood in the center of the room, trying to figure out what to do next. He could get a drink at the bar, as alcohol was allowed if a member wasn’t playing and he was definitely through for the night. But wherever he went he was sure to run into Katie. And then what?
    Acknowledge he knew she’d watched? Pretend he didn’t know? Ignore it?
    He’d told Clint he planned to make his move, see if they could recapture what they once had, but he was much more nervous about that than he wanted to admit. Even to himself.
    Especially after knowing Katie had seen everything he did with India. Maybe he’d hide in Clint’s office for a while so he could put an acceptable plan together. Checking the room and himself one last time, he left and headed down the hallway to check on the lounge, first. He couldn’t have said what made him detour to the area where the offices were, but before he could reverse course, one of the doors opened and Katie stepped into his path.
    He hadn’t felt this tongue-tied since he was a kid in high school asking her out for the first time. They stared at each other, tension crackling in the air, and the heat factor so high he wasn’t sure even air conditioning would be much help.
    She recovered first. “Were you looking for me?”
    Was that a hint of laughter in her eyes? A knowing look?
    He cleared his throat.