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“Like…tying people up and whipping them?”
I shrug. “Sure. If that’s what they like. We also have clients who just like to watch…orbe watched.Role play. Degradation. Age-play, edging, objectification, bondage…”
With each word that comes out of my mouth, I watch Charlotte’s eyes widen and her shoulders tighten, so I stop, giving her a moment to say whatever it is she’s thinking, or rather, wondering. I mean…it’s only nine in the morning. We might need coffee for this conversation.
“I don’t know what half of those are,” she replies.
“Well, it’s not something you need to know for this job, but if you are curious, you can learn. There’s no reason to be intimidated by all of it. I know it seems strange, but you’d be surprised how normal it really is.”
A laugh escapes her lips.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing, it’s just…normal?”
“Everyone has a desire they think is kinky, Ms. Underwood. Thinking what we like is abnormal is the one thing we all seem to have in common.”
Her grin relaxes, and she leans forward, giving me a full view of her tits that I have to force myself to look away from.
“Okay, then,” she replies, resting her chin on her clenched fists. “What isyours?”
My head snaps back in her direction, and I glare at her in shock. Not because I’m offended by her asking that. I can’t give a speech about how normal kinks are and then act like it’s an affront to be interrogated to reveal mine. But I’m shocked because Charlotte is nothing like any girl I’ve had in my office. She’s blunt in a way I’m not used to.
“You should already know,” I reply, biting back my grin.
“The whole secretary on her knees thing?”
This time I do grin. “It’s called a Dominant/submissive relationship.”
She seems to deliberate for a moment, as if she’s trying to tell if she likes the taste of something. I use the approximately three seconds of silence to imagine her in that role for me, and it’s the most appealing vision I’ve had in a while. Isn’t life grand like that? The forbidden fruit always tastes sweetest.
“What about me?”
I nearly choke, clearing my throat and waiting for her to elaborate. “What about you?”
Please, God. Don’t let her tempt me more than she already has.
“What do you think my kink is?”
She bites her bottom lip, and I can’t resist the urge to mirror her actions, tugging mine between my teeth as well. Charlotte is beautiful in a mysterious and unique way. Her eyes are large and innocent-looking, and her nose has a high ridge, making her look a little more regal than her attitude suggests. It’s those wide red lips of hers that keep my attention, though.
“I don’t know you well enough yet. Besides, that’s really up to you to decide, isn’t it?”
“I thought that was your job,” she replies with a smile that shows her bright teeth in contrast to her scarlet lips. “You’re supposed to help people find their deepest, darkest desires, aren’t you?”
I can’t tell if she’s patronizing me or not, but I don’t reprimand her for it. I think she’s taking this as seriously as Charlotte can, guessing she’s not an overtly austere person. It makes me wonder if she was this way with Beau.
Garrett is really better at this than me. It’s his job, anyway. He can read people so well, much better than I can. It’s something I’m sure stems from how much he likes towatch.
But I take a shot at it anyway, running through the things I know about Charlotte so far…
She’s bold, fearless, outspoken with a healthy sense of humor. She would hate impact play, anything age-related or bondage. She might like to be watched, considering how see-through that shirt is and how prominently she displays her breasts for me now.
Then I remember a certain expression on her face the other day while she knelt on the floor for me—to my own utter humiliation. But there was a blip of a moment when I held her softly by the chin and called her lovely. Her gaze softened and her posture almost melted into my touch. It seemed too natural to be fake.
When she notices my pensive expression change to amused, she speaks up.
“What?” she asks eagerly. “You look like you figured it out. What is it?”
