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a poor housemaid.”
    “Clearly.” Mark laughs. “You’ve never had to pay for a cleaning service. There’s nothing poor about it!”
    “So, what is there to tell me?” I’m so ready to hear good news. All the way over I tried to imagine what Mark was going to say and prepared for it to give me a good night’s sleep for a change.
    “I do have something important to tell you. It’s something that has the potential to give you back your magazine or cost me my company. It’s not a game, and it’s not something we can handle without discipline and planning. So if I’m going to tell you, you cannot go start World War Three in our employee lounge. If I tell you, I need to trust you. And, to trust you—I need you to trust me.”
    “I do trust you, Mark,” I say, looking directly in his eyes. “I made some mistakes and I’m sorry but I do trust you.”
    Mark looks at me for a second, as if he is trying to read my thoughts. He smiles politely, stands up and looks me over from top to bottom.
    “You were right before,” he says, holding his hand out to me.
    “Before?”
     
    “You are clearly overdressed.” He takes my hand and walks me out of the living room into a spare bedroom. It’s nice with fancy bed-coverings, beautiful headboard, and lovely armoire. Beautiful, but clearly not his bedroom. “Take off all your clothes, fold them neatly, and place them in the chair. Sit on the edge of this bed and I’ll be back in a moment.”
    “What are we doing?” I ask hesitantly. What could he possibly have to tell me that requires nudity?
    “Trusting,” he replies with a smile and takes our empty glasses out of the room. After he leaves, I disrobe in a hurry and follow his instructions to the letter.
    Butterflies fill my stomach as I sit here. However, unlike the unpleasant nervousness of the unknown, this feeling is something I can only describe as delicious. Excitement combined with fear and the desire to please him all combine to create an energy that is irresistible.
    As Mark walks into the room, his easy smile lets me know I’ve pleased him. At least so far.
    “Good, good girl,” he soothes as he reaches out running his finger down my cheek and then kisses me deeply. I thrill at the touch of his lips on mine. He reaches to his back pocket and pulls out a long, thick silk scarf. Getting very close to my face, Mark looks me in the eye.
    “I want you to focus on my smile,” he says as he begins unfolding the long scarf and twisting it between his hands. “It will be the last thing that you see, for a while. Remember it.”
    My heart is beating so fast I feel like I’m going to pass out. I look at his gorgeous face reassuring me that everything will be alright. I smile back, wanting his lips against mine again. Then the world goes black as he places the scarf across my eyes. It’s thick enough to keep all light out and it offers not even a corner for me to cheat with. I keep focusing on his smile and the feeling of his closeness to my body.
    I feel the rough tip of his finger slide down my cheek, pausing over my nipple and circling it, sending an electric current straight to my brain and lower regions. His hands guide me back until I’m reclining against the headboard propped up by pillows. I feel his weight shift as he gets off the bed.
    “Don’t move, don’t speak,” Mark whispers. I obey. His absence from the room gives me a few moments to reflect on this sensation. Not the sensation of being blindfolded, but the sensation of submission. I’ve been the strong one all my life and Dad always taught me the value of self reliance. Yet, giving myself to him in these moments of intimate trust is a feeling unlike anything the pride of standing on my own could produce.
    I hear a bowl clink on the bedside table and some other sounds, but can’t make them out. Surely he must know of my excitement, I feel the goose bumps on my arms rising. His large hand holds my chin up and the air is filling with the