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went missing or a body needed to be recovered. He dealt with major crowd control incidents and natural disasters. Eugenie was in awe of him for more reasons than just his whip hand.
    His relaxed approach and natural confidence meant that he could hardly be described as possessive but even that wasn’t enough. She wanted to be possessed, she wanted to feel he cared, that he craved her even a fraction as much as she lusted after him. His control irritated her. His unflappable calm perplexed her. He could make her scream, whereas she couldn’t seem to ruffle his composure at all.
    She started to act up, just to get a rise from him. She would arrive late, having spent ten minutes sitting in her car outside his house. He’d know—he had eyes and windows. Occasionally, he’d spank her for it, but usually he didn’t, as he knew that was what she was wanting. He wouldn’t be manipulated.
    She might drink too much on her occasional nights out with her friends, despite his clear instructions that she not do that. Afterward, he always asked her, and she always told him the truth. Then he did spank her, hard. Her personal safety was important to him. He wouldn’t compromise that or permit such carelessness from her. On one occasion, she drove home after four glasses of wine. Of course, she confessed to it, and he was livid. He made her wait for nearly thirty-six hours until his anger cooled sufficiently before he was prepared to lay a hand on her. Then he bent her over a chair, tied her in place and thrashed her naked bottom with his belt while she screamed and writhed and begged him to stop. He did stop, eventually. Eugenie was uncertain as to whether she’d ever be able to sit again. Her ass felt to be on fire, her every muscle stiff from her desperate struggles and her throat ached from screaming. She hadn’t used her safe word, though.
    Her face was wet with tears, and she shivered uncontrollably as he finally released her. Then he carried her to his bed and lay with her, holding her until she stopped crying and her body was still again. He laid her face down and massaged cream into her flaming buttocks, his fingers cool and gentle as they touched her tender skin. She apologized, cried some more and swore never to drink and drive again. He kissed her, then made slow, leisurely love to her. The matter was closed.
    Eugenie knew she’d never drive after having so much as one glass of wine again.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Now
     
    Eugenie woke, feeling remarkably refreshed. She stretched and opened her eyes, blinking at the unfamiliar room that greeted her.
    Totally Five Star Paris. She was here in a guest suite, enjoying the understated luxury as she prepared to be interviewed for the job of a lifetime. She sat up, planning her day even before she was fully awake. Shower, dress, breakfast, then perhaps spend an hour or two prowling the lounges and public areas. She could learn a lot from watching the other guests, listening, observing their reactions to the hotel, their needs, the attentive staff. She could use these remaining hours to deepen her understanding of how this place ticked, which would be all to the good later.
    The afternoon she would spend back here in her room. Maybe she would shower again before dressing for the interview. She’d apply her makeup, subtle of course, since she was going for the natural look. She would arrange her hair in a neat, businesslike coil at the back of her head, fastened with a wooden claw she’d bought just for this occasion. She may have had only a few days’ notice, but she’d used the time well. Her planning had been meticulous.
    She was realistic enough to know that she may not succeed today, that there might be other candidates more impressive than she. But Eugenie was determined that she would not look back on this and berate herself that there was anything more she could have done. She would review her notes then probably run through her presentation a couple more times