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emotional connection they’d formerly shared returned. At
once she understood the reason behind him bringing her here and she couldn’t
help admiring his cleverness in manipulating her into having to rely on him.
    The
sla ve retrieved the pillow to place it on the floor
beside Evan’s left foot. She then knelt down to assist Kara in sitting with her
legs folded partial underneath her body in a most ladylike fashion, even going
so far as to fold Kara’s hands together on her l ap.
    This
position allowed Kara to lean sideways against the front of the couch where
Evan’s face stayed in her peripheral vision. In this strange and foreboding
atmosphere she believed it imperative that she didn’t lose sight of his
physical presence for a second.
    The
slave busied herself with smoothing out the wrinkles in the short dress along
Kara’s thighs. Once finished, the slave leaned back and regarded her handiwork.
“Now you are presentable for meeting Master.”
    “Thank
you for helping me,” Kara whispe red back.
    “You
are most welcome, esteemed other person.” The slave stood up and walked over to
the entrance of the hallway where she knelt on the floor. She held her chin up,
staring straight ahead, knees spread far apart in exposing her shaven nether
regi on, shoulders back so her breasts were
prominently displayed along with her hands resting on her thighs, palms upward.
She remained still as a stone in this position, a statue of patient
tranquility.
    Kara
couldn’t help but admire the woman for the self-ass urance
she displayed in exposing her complete nakedness. Never for a moment did the
woman display the least embarrassment at what should have been shameful to her.
    With
the passing of a few minutes, a man wearing a blue bathrobe stepped into the
hallway, d rawing Kara’s attention. She watched him
out of the corner of her eye as he came into the living room.
    He
paused to bend down and kiss the slave fully on the mouth. After breaking the
kiss and standing back up to his full height of six feet, he motioned fo r the slave to stand. He hugged her tenderly to his chest
and bent his head down to whisper something into her ear. She extended her
petite body on tiptoes to whisper something back to him. He immediately turned
his eyes onto his guests.
    “Welcome.
I see sl ave tiffany has already made you
comfortable.”
    “She
has,” Evan responded.
    Kara
didn’t acknowledge the greeting because she didn’t think she was supposed to.
The man had barely spared her a glance before turning all his attention to
Evan.
    As
the man came fo rward to sit down in the armchair less
than six feet away from her, Kara’s subtle glances judged the man close to
forty years of age by the crow’s feet around his black eyes. The graying
temples of his damp, curly black hair also supported this estimation, along with the hint of a developing potbelly poking at the
front of the robe.
    She
thought he’d probably been very handsome in his prime although she believed
middle age men were a little too old to be called sexy. At this stage of her
life she felt most a ttracted to young men that she
thought could go all night and then some. Men exactly like Evan Lars.
    She
glanced up at him uneasily. Now where did this comparison between the two of
them and Evan’s subsequent elevation in her eyes come from, she wondered.
    Mark my words, he’ll make you fall
in love with him before the week is out , Jennifer’s former prediction echoed in
her ears.
    Well,
tonight he won’t, she promised herself. She had her own reasons for going
through with all this, and a little pageantry wasn’ t
about to deter that.
    But
deep inside her secret heart, despite all of her objections to the contrary,
she didn’t mind being here in the least. Not even being made to sit on the
floor. As a matter of fact, the uncertainty of what the night might hold for her excited her in some perverse, wicked way.
    “I
just wanted to drop by for a visit,” Evan said. “By