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worse. What if any man who came in here assumed I would sleep with him as well?”
    Raith could completely understand the need to remain professional and respectable, but she was a little overboard about the whole thing in his opinion. Besides, if another man made such an erroneous assumption he would die a slow death. Alexandra Aimon was his woman and Raith had no plans to share. Ever. He said as much, causing Alexandra’s eyes to widen until they appeared like saucers against her pale skin and long, dark lashes.
    “I’m not letting you go, baby, so you might as well get that thought out of your mind.” He pushed his chair back from her desk. “Now come here.”
    She eyed him warily as if completely unsure of who he was or what he wanted with her, but she did as told. He almost laughed at how long it took her to stand and circle the desk. At first he’d thought to set her in his lap and comfort her, soothe her troubled body with his hands and let her know just how much she meant to him.
    As she moved closer though, Raith realized he needed to see her face and so he motioned for her to kneel before him. Alexandra didn’t balk one bit as she lowered herself before him. The floral-patterned material of her skirt pooled around her knees and not for the first time he realized just how much he loved her in the long skirts she seemed to favor.
    “I want you to find my house, Xandra. You know me well enough to know what I like.” Raith stared deep into her eyes.
    Her body melted against him but he could still see the resolve in her gaze. She placed her hands on his thighs as she knelt up. Her back was straight. She was such a proud woman. Raith felt her tense before she opened her mouth to speak.
    “I don’t know if I can.”
    He was giving no quarter. She belonged to him whether she wanted to believe it or not. “I’m not giving you a choice in the matter.”
    There was nothing soft or sensual about the kiss to follow. He slanted his mouth over hers, punishing her with his lips and teeth. Raith knew she had feelings for him. They were written in her gaze, in the way she looked at him, talked to him. He could feel her emotions in the way her body moved against his, flesh on flesh. There was no way in fucking hell he was going to allow her to pretend otherwise.
     
    Alexandra knew she was being silly. There really wasn’t a whole lot of reason to stop seeing Raith just because he was once again going to be her client, but for some reason she felt the need to argue the point.
    His moving to Tahoe scared her almost as much as the thought of him heading back to New York. She couldn’t quite figure it out. There was something about him, something about the way they interacted with one another that made her feel so very different than she had in any other relationship.
    He didn’t boss her around, although he was definitely bossy, or treat her as if she was an object. But he could be physically rough and was definitely starting to show signs of possessiveness toward her. Several times over the last week she’d had to remind herself his actions did not mean he was becoming as emotionally attached to her as she was him.
    Raith listened if she had something to say but he also had high expectations and expected her obedience. She had read much over the last couple of weeks about D/s relationships and in some ways theirs resembled one, but in many ways it did not. Although they had defined roles there was not a lot in the way of specific protocol or rules.
    It was more like over the span of a short amount of time Alexandra had worked hard to learn Raith’s likes and dislikes and used what she had found to please the both of them. She thoroughly enjoyed helping him and serving him, both in the bedroom and out. If she had to pick a name for their brand of relationship it would be more along the lines of a 1950s, old-fashioned, father-knows-best type of relationship with rope and floggers added in to spice things up.
    Alexandra