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woman’s shoe?”
    “I needed to have a reason to come back.”
    Emma heard him pacing around in the room.
    She smiled. “You didn’t have to resort to a felony, Mr. Blake.”
    He snorted. “The only crime I’m guilty of, Cinderella, is not being able to get you out of my head.”
    Emma felt the buzz of excitement pulse through her chest with his words. Her body was already completely electrified and she hadn’t even seen him yet.
    “Well then, Mr. Blake, you most definitely need punishment.”
    Suddenly the motivation she lacked earlier had returned with a vengeance. Now she had every motivation she needed to put on her best damn show ever.
    “And what kind of punishment did you have in mind, Cinderella?” His voice was sensual, alluring and Emma loved it.
    “Give me the shoes, Mr. Blake.” She held out her hand through the curtain. When he placed the shoes in her gloved hand, she felt him gently drag his finger along her arm, and shivers moved down her spine.
    “Unfortunately, as part of your punishment, you will not experience the gift of sight tonight, Mr. Blake.”
    “But I get to choose, and I choose to see you.”
    “I don’t care. Tonight you will experience touch .”
    Silence.
    And then, “Are you going to let me touch you, Cinderella?”
    Emma swallowed again, desperately trying to hold on to her control. But she would be lying if she said she didn’t want to experience his touch. “There are a few rules with this show. Rules you have to swear you will abide by.”
    “I told you the last time what I think about rules.”
    “And I told you that the rules I implement in this room are rules to enhance the pleasure.” Rules she herself had almost broken last weekend with the same damn man standing in her room right now.
    “What are the rules?”
    Emma heard the reluctance in his voice loud and clear, and she kind of liked the fact that she had that kind of control over him.
    “You will be allowed to touch me, but only in ways I guide you to.”
    “What if I tell you that it would be so much more fun if you gave me free rein over your body?”
    “Don’t be a wise-ass, Mr. Blake. That’s the rule.”
    “Well, may I just say, that’s a real shitty rule.”
    Emma pulled on the shoes and it was like she felt herself slipping into that role, the role of the seductress, the teasing goddess that held the secrets to a man’s pleasure.
    “That is not the only rule, Mr. Blake.”
    “Of course it isn’t.” The way he said it, she could almost see him rolling his eyes.
    Emma glided her hands down her hips. She had chosen a pink floral lace and dotted chemise with matching lace thong. It wasn’t like he was going to see anything, but he sure as hell was going to feel the softness of the lace.
    “You will need to take a seat on the chair.”
    “That sounds easy enough.”
    “And wear the blindfold.”
    “Oh come on, are you serious?”
    Emma smothered a laugh. “Very serious, Mr. Blake.”
    After a few seconds she heard a very reluctant, “Okay fine, but let me just say that this seems like a real crappy deal, and I will make it my mission to get you to break every goddamn annoying rule of yours.”
    Suddenly Emma’s stomach churned with nerves. She was taking one hell of a risk doing this. If he should recognize her, it would be disastrous. Nicholas Blake was a man of stature, a man with a social status like no other. He walked around in the highest of circles, a man with class. He was the kind of man who would never be interested in a maid, not to mention a stripper. But here he was, in Cinderella’s Booth , and he admitted that he had thought of her, or Cinderella , throughout the week. But Emma wasn’t stupid. A lot of the high society men came to the club. They all needed it, an escape, and Nicholas was no different. She was nothing more than entertainment to him. But tonight she would be okay with that.
    Emma took one last glance at her reflection, and then reached for the