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and use it to her advantage.
    He averted his eyes and stared straight ahead, seemingly content to focus on the black privacy glass separating them from the chauffeur. She wondered what he was thinking but didn’t dare to ask.
    After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, she cleared her throat and said, “I pictured us together sexually.”
    “I gathered that much.”
    Shit. Why the hell had she been so honest with him? What had she hoped to gain?
    “Can I ask another question first?”
    “You just did.”
    Ignoring that fact, she asked, “What are your intentions? Why did you go to this much trouble for a first date? Why rent a limo? Why are we going to Columbia?”
    He gave her his undivided attention then. “Let me sum it up for you the best way I know how. I intend to show you the difference between a Dominant who doesn’t respect his submissive, much less care for her, and a Dominant whose life’s purpose is to take care of his submissive partner.
    “Women have many layers. A man who realizes that from the start is able to touch and tantalize every sensation she feels, every last emotion. He is perfectly in tune with his woman’s body. Her feelings matter to him. She matters to him.
    “He is her perfect lover and attentive to her every need. In the bedroom and beyond, he makes her crazy for him, but before he satisfies her sexually, he earns the right to own that satisfaction, realizing only then will she ever feel complete.”
    Kimberly was certain she’d stopped breathing. She stilled against his words, under what seemed like a passionate promise. Only when her pulse returned to a normal beat was she able to say, “I pictured you loving me.”
    “And I will, Kimberly. As sure as I’m sitting here, that’s one task I am one hundred percent committed to as a man and as a Dominant partner.”

Chapter Twelve
     
    Her vague statement hadn’t seemed to bother Wyatt, but Kimberly wasn’t an idiot. Her refusal to elaborate hadn’t gone unnoticed, and at some point during the evening, they’d return to the subject.
    Wyatt had already proven he didn’t have a short memory. Maybe it was some kind of game he played.
    On second thought, a man like Wyatt probably wouldn’t play games. Using the art of seduction, however, was another story. He was obviously good at enticing a woman. He enjoyed the chase and the foreplay.
    She shot him a sideways glance as the limousine pulled through wrought-iron gates leading to a winding driveway straight up a narrow incline. At the top of the hill, they discovered a stately brick home overlooking the city of Columbia. With a number of spotlights aimed at the porch, the house was lit up like a museum.
    “There aren’t that many cars here,” she said, turning to look behind them.
    “There weren’t that many people invited. Most guests arrived by limo.”
    “Who’s the host?”
    His lips twitched. “Sebastian Ketchum.”
    “Should the name mean something to me?”
    Wyatt stroked his chin. “I think the name will mean something to you in the future.”
    Bewildered, Kimberly grabbed her clutch-style purse and tucked the small black-beaded bag under her arm. “You’re not planning to tell me anything more. Are you?”
    “No,” he replied, reaching for her hand. “Some things are better left unsaid. Besides, this experience promises more than either of us can contemplate.”
    “He’s in the lifestyle?”
    Wyatt glanced out the window. “He’s wealthy, yes.”
    “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
    Wyatt chuckled. God, she loved that throaty laugh of his.
    “He is in the lifestyle.” Wyatt stepped out of the car when the chauffeur opened the door.
    Helping her exit the limousine, he immediately bracketed his arm around her waist. She shivered against him as the cool night air brushed against her bare nape like an indulgent lick.
    Wyatt drew her closer. “There’s no reason to worry. You’re with me.”
    Maybe that was why she felt significant