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chair, he sat down to study the procedure, but not without a quick glance at his watch. Three hours until lunch with Monica. Would they find out more about her then?
He hoped so. She had them both fascinated.
* * * *
Could she trust them? Monica sat at the desk in her office staring at her computer monitor with unseeing eyes. Thankfully the morning of regular duties had levelled her head and she’d been able to grab a few private moments before she met them for lunch. All morning she had been thinking it through, from the moment she stood under the shower in the staff changing rooms and let the warm water soothe her troubled thoughts. She’d come to the conclusion that if she wanted to continue the liaison, she was going to have to trust them with her secret—and she did want to continue the liaison. They were both attractive and attentive, and the opportunity to enjoy herself for a short time was too good to turn down.
Even the night before, while they had chatted and grazed on the aphrodisiac buffet, she’d felt the wild urge to throw caution to the wind and explain why touching was difficult for her. It had been hard to hold back on the urge, but that line of behaviour was deeply engrained.
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The exchange they’d had that morning had forced her to face up to the fact that it was going to come out. If it did, she had to be in control of how. She arranged the lunch meet because she vowed to decide one way or the other in between. It was the practical thing to do. Either she put an end to it now and protected her secret, or she confided in them. There were risks on either side. They might laugh in her face if she confessed, or dismiss her as a freak. They didn’t seem that brash or inconsiderate though.
If she didn’t end it now it would have to end at some point, she knew that, but the night before had been astonishing. She’d been able to let go and enjoy sex completely, for the first time ever. It was because they hadn’t let her touch them. Bound and helpless under the power of their joint seduction, there was nothing she could do but enjoy.
Briefly, her sensitive hands had no longer been her number one enemy. Was it luck?
Because she’d had those diamante handcuffs on her person—had he assumed that she was into it because of that? Or was it them, something they always did when they seduced women? Monica didn’t know, but she wanted to find out. She wanted more of what she’d tasted.
However, it was dangerous and she could be hurt. She could be compromised about her job as well, and that alone should make her cautious. Her job was her lynchpin. She needed the order Cumbernauld’s brought into her world to cope with the less ordered part inflicted on her by her psychic ability. But when she tried to leave them that morning and saw them both standing there looking so goddamned gorgeous, she knew she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t let herself have this moment, for as long as it lasted. It wouldn’t last long, she knew that. Attractive men like that, they would move on. This was a convenient thing for them because they were here and she doubled up as a confidante and a lover. Then she thought herself in that category—the easy lay—and it stimulated an inevitable ache in her chest, a longing for something that she would never be able to have, a proper relationship. But she wasn’t going to deny herself the physical pleasure that she’d been offered via this liaison.
She was jolted away from her reflections when her desk phone rang. It was Flynn.
“Good morning, Flynn. What can I do for you?”
“I wanted to apologise for sticking those two suits on you.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s all part of the job.” Monica covered her eyes with her hand.
What a sham.
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“There wasn’t anything I could do about it. I wanted to put them with Sheila, who would have been much more appropriate, but they insisted on the housekeeping
He hoped so. She had them both fascinated.
* * * *
Could she trust them? Monica sat at the desk in her office staring at her computer monitor with unseeing eyes. Thankfully the morning of regular duties had levelled her head and she’d been able to grab a few private moments before she met them for lunch. All morning she had been thinking it through, from the moment she stood under the shower in the staff changing rooms and let the warm water soothe her troubled thoughts. She’d come to the conclusion that if she wanted to continue the liaison, she was going to have to trust them with her secret—and she did want to continue the liaison. They were both attractive and attentive, and the opportunity to enjoy herself for a short time was too good to turn down.
Even the night before, while they had chatted and grazed on the aphrodisiac buffet, she’d felt the wild urge to throw caution to the wind and explain why touching was difficult for her. It had been hard to hold back on the urge, but that line of behaviour was deeply engrained.
47
The exchange they’d had that morning had forced her to face up to the fact that it was going to come out. If it did, she had to be in control of how. She arranged the lunch meet because she vowed to decide one way or the other in between. It was the practical thing to do. Either she put an end to it now and protected her secret, or she confided in them. There were risks on either side. They might laugh in her face if she confessed, or dismiss her as a freak. They didn’t seem that brash or inconsiderate though.
If she didn’t end it now it would have to end at some point, she knew that, but the night before had been astonishing. She’d been able to let go and enjoy sex completely, for the first time ever. It was because they hadn’t let her touch them. Bound and helpless under the power of their joint seduction, there was nothing she could do but enjoy.
Briefly, her sensitive hands had no longer been her number one enemy. Was it luck?
Because she’d had those diamante handcuffs on her person—had he assumed that she was into it because of that? Or was it them, something they always did when they seduced women? Monica didn’t know, but she wanted to find out. She wanted more of what she’d tasted.
However, it was dangerous and she could be hurt. She could be compromised about her job as well, and that alone should make her cautious. Her job was her lynchpin. She needed the order Cumbernauld’s brought into her world to cope with the less ordered part inflicted on her by her psychic ability. But when she tried to leave them that morning and saw them both standing there looking so goddamned gorgeous, she knew she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t let herself have this moment, for as long as it lasted. It wouldn’t last long, she knew that. Attractive men like that, they would move on. This was a convenient thing for them because they were here and she doubled up as a confidante and a lover. Then she thought herself in that category—the easy lay—and it stimulated an inevitable ache in her chest, a longing for something that she would never be able to have, a proper relationship. But she wasn’t going to deny herself the physical pleasure that she’d been offered via this liaison.
She was jolted away from her reflections when her desk phone rang. It was Flynn.
“Good morning, Flynn. What can I do for you?”
“I wanted to apologise for sticking those two suits on you.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s all part of the job.” Monica covered her eyes with her hand.
What a sham.
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“There wasn’t anything I could do about it. I wanted to put them with Sheila, who would have been much more appropriate, but they insisted on the housekeeping
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