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through her skin. They were
rough, as if he used his hands a lot. God knows, what for. He was rich enough
not to have to use his hands for anything ever again. They would feel bloody
amazing against her arse…
    Her
cheeks flamed as she shifted on her feet. “Yes, that’s me.”
    “Elaine
didn’t say,” he mused. “You went to the all-girls school right? We hosted
hockey matches for your school at my college. You can’t have been more than
fifteen but, fuck, all the guys couldn’t stop talking about you. You were one
hot teenager.”
    “Oh…Oh
thank you.”
    “You’re
even hotter now.”
    Harriet
stared at her feet as her stomach fluttered. “Oh, thank you,” she whispered
again.
    “Will
you give me a moment to chuck something on? I’d love to catch up.”
    “Y-Yes,
of course.”
    Snatching
some clothes from a drawer, Harriet sighed as she watched him retreat to the
en-suite bathroom. Fuck, even his back was gorgeous. All rolling muscles and
sleek skin. And he thinks I’m hot.
    Harriet
waited, still standing by the collection of whips. She glanced at them and
edged away. Jonathan hadn’t shown the slightest bit of embarrassment at her
seeing all this stuff. Staring at the restraints, she wondered how many women
he had brought up here. Her pussy twitched as she pictured herself up there,
naked and exposed. A shiver ran through her as she imagined his strong hands
bringing a flogger across her trembling skin.
    Jonathan
strolled casually out of the bathroom and Harriet’s throat constricted. A tight
t-shirt stretched across his chest and he wore loose jogging bottoms again but
they still hugged his arse. He pulled open a door in the nearest chest and drew
out a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
    “I
know it’s midday,” he said with a grin, “but I’d like celebrate meeting you
again.” He popped the cork and poured the champagne. “I must confess you
haunted many of my dreams when I was in college.”
    Harriet
flushed and took the champagne, taking a quick gulp to cover her embarrassment.
“I’m afraid I don’t remember you.”
    Jonathan
laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me. I was a geek.”
    “No!”
She couldn’t imagine this gorgeous, confident man had a geeky bone in his body.
    “Unfortunately,
yes.” He considered her for a moment as he took a sip of champagne. “What
brings you back to Hartslow? Last I heard, you had moved to the city.”
    “Divorce,”
she said simply.
    He
motioned to the chairs and pulled one back for her. Lowering herself into the
chair, she watched as he sat with ease.
    “I’m
sorry.”
    “Don’t
be. He was an arsehole.”
    He
chuckled. “Actually, I’m not sorry, especially if he was an arsehole. If he
lost you then he must have been an idiot. I wouldn’t let you go so easily,
Harriet.”
    Harriet
spluttered and dropped her glass onto the cabinet beside her. “T-thanks.” She
shifted in her chair as he eyed her intensely. One part of her wanted to shrink
back from him while the other wanted to throw herself at his feet. “Well, it
was very nice to meet you but Mum will be waiting.” She went to stand but he
motioned for her to sit and she instinctively obeyed, dropping back into the
chair.
    His
lips twitched as he noted her reaction. “Let me send someone down to tell her
not to wait.” Without waiting for a response, he grabbed the phone from the
bedside table.  “Charles? Can you find Elaine and our visitor and tell
them that Miss Green and I are going to do some catching up.” He glanced at her
with a knowing twinkle in his eye. “Yes, we’re old school friends. Tell Mrs
Green that I’ll bring Harriet home…later.” Placing down the phone, he strolled
over to her. “So…do you like what you see then?”
    Harriet
gulped. Did he mean him or the room? Heat coiled in her womb and she sucked in
a breath as she pulled up her chin. “Yes,” she breathed.
    His
jaw ticked as he stared at her, tracing her lips, her long blonde hair, the
curve