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CHAPTER ONE “Ms. King,” the receptionist said. West will see you now.” I stood, wondered for the twenty-fifth time what I was doing, and went to open the door leading to the office I’d traveled across town to enter.

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On the other side was my darkest fantasy and by stepping inside I’d be making it a reality. I was proud of the fact my hands didn’t shake as the door opened and I walked into his office. Step one: done. Nathaniel West sat at a large mahogany desk, typing on a computer.

He didn’t look up or slow his strokes. I might as well not even have entered, but I dropped my eyes just in case. I stood still while I waited. Face looking at the floor, hands to my sides, feet spread to the exact width of my shoulders. Outside the sun had set, but the lamp on Nathaniel’s desk gave a muted light. Had it been ten minutes? He was still typing.

I counted my breaths. My heart finally slowed from the rocket speed it’d been racing at before I entered the office.

Another ten minutes passed. Hex Workshop Full. Or maybe thirty. He stopped typing. “Abigail King,” he said. I started slightly, but kept my head down. Vehicle Registration Collection Program there. Step two: done. I heard him pick up a stack of papers and tap them into a pile.

From what I knew of Nathaniel West, they would have already been in a neat pile. It was another test.

He pushed his chair back, wheels rolling over the hardwood floor the only sound in the quiet room. He walked with measured, even steps until I felt him behind me. A hand lifted my hair away from my neck and warm breath tickled my ear. “You have no references.” No, I didn’t. Just a crazy fantasy. Should I tell him?

I should remain silent. My heart beat faster.

“I would have you know,” he continued, “that I’m not interested in training a submissive. My submissives have always been fully trained.” Crazy. I was crazy to be here.

But it was what I wanted. To be under a man’s control. This man’s control. “Are you sure this is what you want, Abigail?” He wrapped my hair around his fist and gave a gentle tug. “You need to be sure.” My throat was dry and I was fairly certain he heard my heart beating, but I stood where I was. He chuckled and returned to his desk. “Look at me, Abigail.” I’d seen his picture before.