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Jocelyn was slightly warmed by the more amiable Reggie, and she quickly padded off to the kitchen. She was famished. Returning to the living room, she sat down with her dinner, and for the first time looked about the enormous room with a careful scrutiny. She found Reggie’s taste in furnishings unique, seeing some unusual decorations on the walls. She was tempted to ask about them, but sitting across from her in an easy chair, he was so engrossed with work papers, she kept mum.
“That was very good, thank you,” she said, finishing the meal. “I’ll just take this to the kitchen.”
Reggie looked up and nodded at her absently.
Returning from the kitchen, Jocelyn wandered about, taking some time to inspect a curious exhibit on the far side of the great room. Attached to the wall was a display of ancient leather paraphernalia, whips, leather collars, chains, straps and a variety of implements like nothing Jocelyn had ever seen before. The intention of this collection eluded her.
“What’s all this?” she asked, too intrigued to contain the comment.
“They are tools for punishment,” Reggie said.
“Really?” she replied.
She ran her hand along a leather strap and shivered.
“Punishing who?” she asked.
“Bratty woman,” Reggie said arrogantly.
She nodded, getting pictures in her head that were strangely compelling.
“They’re quite old,” she remarked. “I suppose they were used a very long time ago.”
“I use them now,” Reggie informed her.
“Now?”
“Miss Killian, I am a sexual dominant. There are times in my sexual practices that I use such instruments on needy females.”
A warm feeling began to rise deep in her belly, something not unfamiliar. But it was odd to attach it to these strange curiosities. “You use this strap on a woman’s ass?” She was dumbfounded at the thought.
“When it’s appropriate.”
“And when is that?” she probed.
“When they ask for it, when they misbehave, when they piss me off, and when they ask a lot of questions.”
“Oh. I suppose I’m bothering you?”
“It’s beyond that point,” he said. “When I’d planned to have a quiet weekend, I end up with a loquacious and mechanically inept management consultant.”
“You must really practice being an ass.”
He looked at her piqued, all the more that she would snap at him and he had no recourse to reply the way he was used to. “Did you sign a contract with Dwight?” Reggie asked.
“Yes. $30,000, two months, iron clad. $10,000 every month thereafter.” She smirked at him as she turned away, and waltzed t
oward the back of the room. For good measure, she drew two sticks of juicy fruit from her pocket and put them in her mouth, making sure to smack her lips like a teenager just to annoy him. She’d never met anyone quite like Reggie Harold. He was certainly one of the most handsome men she’d ever laid eyes on, he was clearly the most arrogant, and without a doubt the most cold.
Jocelyn continued her journey through the downstairs room. “Awfully big house for just one man. You ever share this with anyone?” she asked.
“Many times,” he said flatly as he continued with his reading.
The fire crackled, and Jocelyn smacked her lips. It was all the sound in the room for a time.
“Are you going to be this annoying to work with on a regular basis,” Reggie blurted out.
Jocelyn whipped around and focused her complete attention on the man. “I’m hardly louder than your fire,” she replied.
