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"Hey," Jules said when he saw me. "You're back."

"I am," I said and smiled when he leaned over and gave me a pat on the shoulder.

"I heard about your accident and that you went to Cali. How come you're

back? Too much sunshine?"

I laughed. "No. We both felt like Manhattan is our real home. We loved California, but Drake's son Liam is living here with his grandmother and so we wanted to be close to him."

Jules nodded. "Good to have you back. We have a few new faces. I'm going for coffee. Want some?"

"If you could get me a chai tea, that would be great."

"Sure," he said and waved his hand when I reached into my pocket to get some money. "Dude, I got this."

"Thanks," I said, smiling that he called me Dude. I watched him leave, then went to my space, excited to see it again and get back into the swing of things. I loved my studio space. I felt energized when I entered and looked out the window at the busy street below. I saw Jules walking down the street to the local Starbucks and sighed, taking my canvas and my paints over to the easel so I could get back into my painting.

For the next fifteen minutes, I fixed my paints and got everything set up so I could spend a couple of hours working on the piece. Jules returned and brought in my chai tea. He glanced over my canvas, made a few appreciative remarks on it, and left me alone.

I turned on my radio and listened to a local music station -- modern hits of the past decade. In between songs, the news came on and I was shocked to hear one of the reporters mention Drake by name.

"They call him Doctor Dominant, and he's quite the romantic." Then, she read from one of Drake's letters to his submissives.

A letter to my sub.

You trust me completely to know what you need.

And I do know what you need. I know what to whisper in your ear to make you need me even more. I know how to touch, where to touch, when to touch.

I know you.

I've known every part of you – every naked inch, inside and out.

You can relax completely with me. You can feel everything possible with me. You can respond with total abandon with me.

It is what I most desire.

I can't wait to bind you with my soft leather restraints and make you cry out my name as you come, again and again. Then I will kiss you, smothering your moans with my mouth...

I remembered it well -- it was one of the reasons I wanted to meet Drake and talk to him. I secretly fantasized about meeting someone like the writer of those letters -- someone who knew me so well and made me feel desired and cared for. He really got into a submissive's mind and made them feel cherished.

That was something Drake did so well. Once again, I felt lucky to have him.

But I didn't like the fact that it was more publicity about Drake and his relationship with Lisa. She must have provided those letters to the reporter. Or someone did who wanted to distract from Lisa's guilt.

I knew if I didn't know Drake and I saw a picture of him and read those letters, I'd want him. I also knew that there would be dozens of young women who would send Drake love letters and invitations to become their Dominant. It happened before we left Manhattan and while Lara tried to keep it from me, I found out anyway. I found it amusing, but I had to admit it made me feel a little jealous. Not that I worried Drake would ever cheat on me. He wasn't that kind of man. But I was jealous that other women would get the chance to see into Drake's mind the way I had.

He was mine.

I wanted to keep him all to myself.

I sighed and turned the station after the news report on the letters and the trial finished.

About half an hour later, my cell dinged. I checked and saw a text from Drake.

DRAKE: Hey, Mrs. Morgan. What do you feel like for supper? Fancy some steak and salad?

I texted him back.

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