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  How about dinner?

  “Thank you.”

  Scott reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, then handed it to Leah. She took it, feeling that same warm spark as when she took her change from him that first night. Leah held it in her hand like it was more important than the answer to the meaning of life.

  “How long will you be here?” she asked.

  “I’ll be here until about six.”

  “No, I mean…” Leah trailed off, wondering how much to say. She didn’t want Scott to think she was a psycho stalker even if she was sort of acting like one. “Never mind.”

  “I’ll be here tomorrow too,” he said. Leah smiled.

  “Miss,” the other manager said, walking toward them. “I’ve replaced all of your groceries. Please take a look and see if these are okay with you.”

  He put the basket down next to her. Leah looked over and glanced at the replacements. She looked back at Scott and said, “Perfect.”

  “On the house,” the manager said. “Just come back and see us soon.”

  Leah nodded, still not looking back at the other man. She met Scott’s blue eyes again.

  “Can I walk you to your car?” he asked.

  Leah started to nod, then thought of how the aged Honda would look. Not too classy. She loved it because it was hers and it had doors but doubted that it would impress anyone else.

  “No,” she said. “I’ll be fine.”

  “I insist.”

  Twist my arm, Leah thought. While the other manager bagged Leah’s now-complimentary groceries, Scott walked slowly toward the front door with her.

  “How long have you lived in Wichita?” he asked her.

  “All my life,” she with a heavy sigh.

  Scott laughed. “Everyone says it that way. It’s really not so bad.”

  “You must not be from here.”

  “No and I’m still not. I actually live close to Kansas City. I’m just down here helping out.”

  Leah nodded, disappointed. He doesn’t live here.

  “I’m sure you do a great job, especially if you treat all customers like you treat me.”

  “No, no,” Scott shook his head, then looked rather embarrassed. “I mean…we try to make people feel special.”

  “Mission accomplished,” Leah said as they arrived at the front door. The other manager came running up with her bag and said, “Here you are, miss. Again, please call us if you need anything.”

  “Thanks,” Leah said. Scott grabbed the bags from the manager before Leah could even reach out. He walked out to her car with her, probably too closely for an area manager to be to a customer but it was all Leah could do not to grab him and drag him even nearer.

  “Here it is.” Leah indicated the Civic. “My Porsche.”

  Scott laughed. “I used to have one of those. They last forever.”

  “Obviously. Who knows, this one might have been yours.”

  The passenger-side door squeaked embarrassingly loud as Leah opened it for Scott to deposit the bags. She winced. He didn’t seem to notice. He put everything securely inside and shut the door, then turned to Leah.

  “Like I said, please call if you need anything…anything at all. And I’ll be here tomorrow if you feel so inclined to stop by.”

  I’m inclined.

  Leah drove out of the parking lot, leaving Scott behind. She felt like she was leaving herself behind.

  The next day Leah put Hale’s teamwork lesson into action, pairing up employees to work together on various projects. She deliberately chose people who she already knew worked well together and then gradually would shift the projects and shift the work so that everyone could partner up and do any job. Cross-training and team-building all in one. Leah was proud of herself. She also got a big pat on the back from Bob.

  By the time Leah was able to get out of work and over to Mayfaire’s she learned Scott had already gone for the day. Disappointed, she made her way over to Fit4Life and beat the hell out of a bag instead of having dinner with the man of her dreams. When she returned home, she pulled up her word-processing program and started typing her speech for her public speaking class. Take every opportunity, she typed.

  * * * * *

  A week later, Leah was exhausted. She spent all of her time running around after the employees, checking and double-checking their work. Even with the ones she knew would do a good job, she had to follow along after them to feel right. It was grinding on their nerves and she knew it. She told herself repeatedly to just get over it and let them do their jobs. Instead she remained compelled to review absolutely everything and it was killing her.

  Leah stumbled through her door and collapsed on the sofa. She mumbled something into the pillow about not being able to do it anymore. The euphoria of her management class and ensuing success had worn off and she was just plain tired. She thought of the box. Making my dreams come true doesn’t include exhaustion and an ulcer, she thought spitefully, then reconsidered.

  “Maybe I’m doing something wrong,” she said aloud. “Hale will know.”

  Leah rolled off the sofa and landed on the floor with a thud. She was tired, almost too exhausted for whatever Hale would likely have in mind for her. But she needed answers and he was always there for her. So Leah stumbled back into her bedroom and opened the box.

  Bang, bang, bang came Hale’s trademark knock on her door. As soon as she heard it Leah felt more energized. Like she’d taken a shot of caffeine. She giggled and went running to the door.

  “Hey.” Hale nodded. “You look like you got hit by a truck.”

  “I did.”

  “Not that I heard about. You running yourself like a racehorse?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m responsible for everything now. I have to keep tabs on everything and keep everything in check. It’s so exhausting I’m about ready to drop.”

  “Hmmm,” Hale mused, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “It sounds like you need to delegate some tasks.”

  “I am delegating.”

  “Are you really?”

  Leah thought of how she ran behind the employees to double-check all of their work. She spent so much time babysitting that she could practically have just done the work herself. Constant monitoring isn’t much of a delegation.

  “I see what you mean.” She took a seat next to him.

  “You know what your problem is?”

  “I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

  “You have no trust. Even when you know someone is perfectly capable you don’t trust them to do it on their own. What happens then?”

  “They hate me for doubting them.”

  “Exactly. And that’s bad news for a well-oiled team.”

  “Yes. I’ve seen the eye rolls and the head shakes.”

  “You need to learn to trust. Show trust until someone proves unworthy of it, then you can take it away and go back to babysitting.”

  Leah nodded. “Makes sense.”

  “Good. Because I have a lesson in trust that I’m dying to give to you.”

  Leah smiled a mischievous grin and felt herself turn a little red. Even after Hale had taken her in every way known to man he could still make her flush with excitement and even a little nervousness.

  Hale returned her grin with his smirk and stood. He tossed off his jacket and pulled off his tie.

  “I can’t wait for this,” he said.

  Leah’s heart picked up a few extra beats. What the hell did he have planned for her?

  “What are you going to do?” she asked hesitantly.

  “You’ll find out soon enough. Go into the bedroom, take all your clothes off and lay down on the bed, facedown. Eyes closed.”

  Leah raised her eyebrows.

  “Questions?” Hale asked.

  Leah laughed and shook her head. “No.”

  “Good.”

  Leah walked back into her bedroom and slid out of her work pants, noting how loose they wer
e these days. She pulled off her shirt, deposited her bra on the floor and moved to the bed. Hale didn’t say anything about covers on or off so she laid down over the top of the blankets and waited.

  It seemed like forever. What the hell was he doing out there? It never took him very long to disrobe. Finally Leah heard him come into the room. He dropped something on the bed, then started rummaging around in her dresser drawers.

  “Something I can help you find?” Leah laughed into the pillow, wondering what he could possibly be digging up.

  “Nope. I got it covered.” Hale crawled onto the bed and hovered over Leah on all fours. He bent down and kissed her back between her shoulder blades, a soft, gentle action that sent warm shivers through Leah’s body. Hale brushed her hair away from her ear and whispered into it, “You trust me, don’t you, Leah?”

  A positive response to that could become famous last words. She laughed nervously into the pillow. “Yes, Hale. I trust you.”

  “Good. Lift your head up for me and keep your eyes closed.”

  Leah complied. Soft silk caressed her face, then covered her eyes. His tie. Hale was using his tie as a blindfold. Leah’s her heartbeat picked up and her senses went on alert. Can’t see, they were telling her. Can’t see!

  Leah breathed deeply and slowly to calm herself, to battle against her natural resistance to what Hale was doing to her.

  “Raise your arms up over your head,” Hale said softly. Leah pulled her arms up from her sides, lowered her head to the pillow and placed her hands behind her head. She felt Hale’s gentle but firm grip pull them up over her head, then the sensation of soft cloth wrapping around her wrists. Her bathrobe. He was tying her hands together with her bathrobe belt.

  “Hale,” she whispered, the emotional discomfort becoming harder to control.

  “Shh.” He finished his knot at her wrists. “Just relax and trust.”

  Hale’s hands were smooth on her back as he massaged her, occasionally stopping to kiss a particularly knotted muscle. Leah eased into it, allowing the calm to overtake her. Finally she felt like she was under control. She could be tied up and blindfolded with someone that she trusted and be okay.

  “Now,” Hale said, doing a final rubdown on her back, “come up on your knees, ass in the air.”

  Leah felt Hale move out of the way so she could reposition herself. She put pressure on her elbows to help her move up into position, just as he said, rear end in the air. She laid her upper body down over the pillow.

  It was an incredibly vulnerable position and Hale had to know it. She was completely exposed and he could do to her whatever he wanted to. But she trusted him. She trusted him to treat her with respect and to not do anything she didn’t agree with.

  “You are too beautiful,” Hale whispered, moving behind her. He set his hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed. “Skin soft like silk and eyes like an Alaskan glacier. Your sex is hot and smooth like fine aged whiskey that makes a man want to beg for more.”

  Leah surprised herself when Hale’s cock pushed against her slit. She was wet. She went from scared and nervous to slick and ready in mere moments, just from Hale’s few words. She lifted her head just enough to breathe, inhaling deep and hard. She wanted it. She was dying for it.

  “Tell me Leah. You want this? You want this here?” Hale nudged the tip of his shaft just barely inside her.

  “Yes,” Leah moaned. “God, yes.”

  “Are you hungry for it?”

  “Starving.”

  Leah gripped the pillow. She wanted him inside her so badly she ached.

  “Even though you’re blindfolded and tied up and have no say in the matter, other than the words that come out of your mouth?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  Hale plunged into her in one smooth, hard motion. Leah cried out and squeezed the pillow harder. She nudged her knees a little farther apart to give Hale all the room he needed to take her with fervor.

  Leah reached out and took hold of the rods on the headboard. She pushed back against Hale, feeling his stiff flesh drive inside her even harder as she met him halfway. Leah panted and moaned, the rhythm of their motions thrumming through her like another heartbeat.

  Not being able to see or open her eyes seemed to make the experience all that much more intense. She couldn’t distract herself with anything. All her focus was on the act, on the feeling, on the friction of flesh on flesh in the most receptive region of her body.

  Then suddenly it was gone. Hale pulled out and moved away from her.

  “What are you doing?” Leah panicked. “Come back!”

  “Shh. Don’t worry. I’ll finish what I started.”

  Leah gave an immature-sounding “hrmph” and leaned into the pillow. She was uncomfortably aroused and was left hanging.

  “Roll over,” Hale said. “Back to the blankets.”

  Leah rolled over onto her back. She lowered her bound hands down over her breasts, but felt Hale’s hand on her.

  “No, no. Leave them over the top of your head. I don’t want you to impede the marvelous view.” As if to emphasize his point, Hale ran his hands over her breasts as she raised her hands back up. She gripped the headboard rods again, waiting.

  “Part your legs.” Hale’s voice was velvet and heated. Leah pulled her knees apart, opening herself to him. Another vulnerable position. Hale moved in between her legs and swiped his tongue across her pussy.

  Leah giggled and squirmed, ready for another oral delight but Hale didn’t continue. Instead, Leah heard a soft, humming noise, then a cool, strong vibration against her clit.

  “Oh my God.” She arched her back at the intense stimulation. “I can’t believe you pulled out my vibrator.”

  “I can’t believe you didn’t pull it out for us to play with before.”

  Hale rubbed the vibrating head of the dildo around Leah’s clit, making her tremble and sweat and groan. Just when the pressure within her was about to explode, he moved it, beginning to push it inside her pussy.

  “Hale,” Leah moaned. “I was almost there.”

  “I know. But you can’t come yet. Not yet.”

  Hale pushed the vibrator into Leah as far as it would go. He worked it back and forth within her for a few strokes, then pushed it in and held it in.

  “Lift your legs, Leah,” Hale said, his voice nearly trembling. “Put your ankles on my shoulders.”

  Leah lifted her shaking legs, using Hale’s arms as a guide. Her heart was pounding not just from the stimulation but also from the apprehension of what he would do to her next.

  The humming of the vibrator seemed even louder to her with her vision blocked. The sensations it created thrummed through her body like she was sitting on a jet airplane. Waiting for Hale to do whatever it was he had planned was a pleasurable wait but still felt to Leah as somewhere in between waiting for Christmas morning and waiting to be called in for an interview.

  Finally Leah felt him moving again. He pressed against her, moving her legs closer to her body. Leah’s heart pounded in her ears and her breath came in quick, short bursts with apprehensive anticipation. The slick head of Hale’s cock pushed against her anus and she moaned his name.

  “Leah,” he whispered. “How do you feel?”

  “Stop talking and do it.”

  Hale chuckled and pushed. Leah shuddered and moaned. She had no idea that cutting off one sense—her sight—would amplify all her other sensory perception. If she thought before that having Hale take her in her ass was sensory overload, this was off the charts. With the vibrator humming away inside her as well, Leah thought she might explode.

  Hale pressed on into her until his pelvis bumped up against her ass. Leah whimpered and pulled on her restraints.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you hard.”

  Leah’s desire surged. Again his harsh language was like purple prose to her ears. He began pulling and pushing, fucking her ass with his back-and-forth motions, applying pressure and taking it away from the end
of the vibrator. Leah wanted to scream at the intensity of the feelings but found herself mute. This was better than the two Hales.

  “I’m going to come,” Leah moaned, finding her voice. “Hard.”

  “Good,” Hale said, and she could feel the smirk in his voice.

  It only took a few more hard strokes from Hale for the orgasm to rip through Leah like a hurricane. Like it was tearing though her soul, Leah screamed and whimpered, shook and writhed. She moaned Hale’s name again as the violent ecstasy subsided. He had come, too, she knew, since he always did, and the pressure inside her lessened.

  Leah trembled, recovering, and expected Hale to pull out of her. But instead he moved again, growing again within her like he hadn’t even come.

  “How…how?” Leah asked, wishing she could tear off the blindfold and look at him.

  Leah felt Hale’s lips softly caressing her knee as he whispered, “I’m ready when you are.”

  Is that humanly possible? Leah asked herself. Not human. But what the hell did you ever think he was? The confusion and uncertainly threatened to take hold. But tied up and blindfolded, what could she do about it anyway? And if she could, would she? Leah had flashbacks to a hundred earth-shattering orgasms and decided being human was irrelevant.

  Again Hale began his pursuit, thrusting and pumping, pushing both the vibrator and his rod in and out with his body movements. Leah felt his hand on the vibrator, pushing it further in. She groaned and thrashed. All that existed in the universe as far as Leah was concerned was Hale, her vibrator and his erection. His motions filled her, body and soul, launching her into some sort of alternative universe where nothing mattered but the feeling.

  As the pressure built within Leah she desperately wanted to tear off the blindfold. She wanted to see him, to watch him pleasure her. She reached down and tried to tug on the tie that covered her eyes. Suddenly Hale stopped moving.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I could ask you the same thing. If you take it off, I’ll stop.”

  “No.” The whine in Leah’s voice proved just how much she was enjoying herself. “Don’t stop. I’ll leave it on.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  That’s my girl. Leah suddenly found herself back on the floor of the Mayfaire’s store. Isn’t that what Scott had said? That’s my girl.