Little Red Riding Crop. Tiffany Reisz

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      Kingsley sighed as he sat back and adjusted his trousers. Clearly he was in the mood to knock out another week or two.

      “Please …” Nora stared at him and let the mask of the infamous Dominatrix fall off her face. “I’m tired, King. And I’m …” She couldn’t quite get the word out. Kingsley had said “frustrated.” The more accurate term would have been “lonely.”

      He studied her face in silence. He must have seen the truth in her words, in her eyes. She sensed his resistance give way.

      “You are a dangerous woman, Nora Sutherlin. This is the last time I employ someone more manipulative than I.”

      “I learned from the best.” She smiled at him, a shallow hollow smile that covered the loneliness they both felt for the one man who could twist them both around his perfect fingers. But she wouldn’t think about him today. Or ever again.

      Nora said nothing more as she watched Kingsley wrestle with what little was left of his conscience.

      “One month vacation.”

      Nora sagged in the seat. She could have cried with relief and kissed the French out of the man with gratitude but …

      “But.”

      “But? I should have known there would be a but.” Nora sat back up again and gave Kingsley’s “but” the attention it deserved.

      “But I need you to do an errand first. Complete the errand successfully, and I shall tell the Underground that your services have been engaged in Europe for the next month. I’ll even send you to Europe, the country of your choice.”

      Nora raised her eyebrow.

      “What sort of errand is this?” To earn an entire month off plus a trip to Europe on Kingsley’s dime, Nora knew she’d probably have to kill somebody. Two months without sex and she was about ready to.

      “Black Forest. I need you to go there.”

      Nora’s eyes widened.

      “Kingsley … that’s—”

      “They are more afraid of us than we are of them.”

      “Then why are you sending me instead of going yourself?”

      Kingsley crossed his arms over his chest and threw his booted feet up on the seat by her thighs. His every move seemed designed to show how relaxed he was, how laid back. She didn’t buy it.

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