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His deep voice pulls me from my reverie. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I suppose I should at least know your name.’
‘Why?’
‘Unless you’d prefer for me to call you Mistress?’ he says, ignoring my questioning. ‘I knew a dominatrix once. Lovely girl.’
How can I not ask about that? ‘You knew a dominatrix? In the professional or personal sense?’
‘Now, that would be telling.’
‘That’s generally what happens when someone asks you a question—you tell.’
‘Not on this occasion. What I will say, though, is I’ll try most things once. How can you tell you won’t like something if you haven’t at least tried it?’
I sense he’s goading me into more questions, but I refuse to budge. Besides, I think his reasoning is off. What if someone peed on me and I discovered that was my thing? I don’t want being peed on to be my thing!
‘So, Mistress, we’re are we off to?’
‘We’re going to a party.’
‘Gate crashing or invited?’
‘Why would you even ask that? You saw the invitation.’
‘An invitation not addressed to you.’
‘The invitation was a mass one.’
‘You also seem nervous, and I sense that’s not a reaction to me.’
It strikes me that he’s right, and that maybe Kallie was wrong, and I am actually quite mad. I’m being driven through unfamiliar streets by Will—a complete stranger. Shouldn’t that give me cause for concern?
I can almost see the headline: “City Tourist Murdered by Posh Gigolo”.
She would’ve gotten references or something, surely. Paid by a credit card, at least?
‘So this party. Birthday? Wedding? Anniversary?’
‘Birthday.’
‘No card?’ He uses the question as an excuse to glance at my lap, I’m sure. ‘No gift?’
‘Not necessary.’ Maybe the gift will be me. I suppose we’ll have to wait and see.
‘Then the concern isn’t the party but rather, a certain someone attending?’
‘Yes.’ I turn my gaze away, staring out the door window again.
‘You’re going to have to give me more than that if I’m to act appropriately.’
‘All you need to know is that you’re here in the place of Kallie, my friend. The lady who so kindly booked your services.’
‘I like Kallie already. What kind of a friend is she?’
‘The best,’ I add simply, turning to face him again.
‘The kind who encourages you to branch out? To try new things?’
