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going full blast. Tonight he wore
summer-weight, gray wool trousers and a white-on-white striped dress shirt.
He’d rolled the sleeves, exposing corded, tanned forearms that drew her eye and
made her very conscious of his masculine strength. His shirt collar was open,
revealing an intimate peek of curly black chest hair. The dazzling white
stripes emphasized his bronze neck and white teeth. The same supple black belt
he’d worn last night threaded around his narrow waist. His clothes were
expensive, but standard business dress elevated to smoking hot by his sculpted
body. Although she hadn’t seen him naked, she was totally certain he wouldn’t
disappoint.
    “Ready to go?”
    “Yes.” She tensed, expecting him to push to come inside and
readied her explanation the apartment was in shambles from packing—completely
true. He surprised her by waiting politely for her to lock up then steering her
to where he’d parked. He hadn’t bullied her for an invitation last night
either. His palm at the small of her back felt warm—reassuring. She darted a
peek at him.
    His dark eyes seemed to see right through her efforts to
look reasonably rested. “How are you?”
    Something in his tone compelled her to candor. “A little
tired.”
    “Tough day, huh? What did you have for dinner?”
    “I had a late lunch.” Her stomach picked that moment to
growl in protest.
    “Uh-huh, I’m going to feed you.”
    She’d expected him to ask about the day she preferred not to
discuss. His easy acceptance disconcerted her. She smoothed the cobalt sheath
that concealed an ice-blue corset. The stays around her waist gave her the
instant reassurance of their perfectly controlled restraint. “Are you hungry
too?”
    “Always.”
    She understood he probably wasn’t talking strictly about
food, but she didn’t try to flirt back. The warmth of his palm lingered just
above her butt, giving her the confidence not to try to entertain him. She
relaxed a little bit more. She was almost sorry when he opened the passenger
door for her.
    The distance between the ground and his ride’s cab was
greater than her narrow skirt permitted. She started to inch the hem up her
thighs, but Liam lifted her as if she weighed nothing and set her on the bucket
seat. “Thank you.”
    He tugged lightly on the ruffle flaring from her waist.
“What do you call this style?”
    “A peplum.” She swallowed to keep from adding the automatic
“Sir”.
    “Pretty.” His white teeth flashed in a quick grin. His
approval warmed all her cold, empty places.
    “Do you like sushi?”
    “Yes. Very much.” Japanese food was one of the few options
she could enjoy while laced in the rigid corset. Not many men were so
perceptive about her needs. His thoughtfulness surprised her in a very nice
way.
    Liam pulled out glasses with heavy black frames from a case
clipped to his visor and slipped them over his ears.
    She thought they made him look like an intellectual sex god.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”
    “Just to drive.”
    Had she imagined the hint of defensiveness in his tone?
    He drove with the same easy competence he seemed to do
everything. Tiana found herself comparing the natural confidence that was as
much a part of him as his smooth bronze skin with Richard’s constant stream of
criticism and demands. Her ex had been quick to blame her imperfect submission
for any and every disappointment—even hers.
    The truly sad part of their sick relationship was she’d
accepted his verbal abuse for so long. She excused his cruelty as part of his
dominance, as her failure to satisfy him, as pressure from his job. She’d made
a thousand rationalizations while his anger and cruelty escalated. Unwilling to
believe he was just plain mean, she’d tried harder to please him. The two of
them had been locked into a sick game with increasingly violent consequences. Never
again .
    Healthy D/s relationships were consensual and pleasurable
for both parties. Submissive didn’t