her respectful address, as well as the way she looked—soft and sweet—easily brought a picture of her kneeling, head bowed, waiting for a Master's instruction. He realized where his mind was going and forced himself back to the matter at hand.
''I shall look forward to it. I need to ask that you do not share the contents of this meeting with anyone outside this office,'' he said, and saw that their curiosity was piqued. They both nodded, and he knew he could rely on their confidentiality. ''I believe you'll understand more after Friday's meeting.'' He stood and the women stood as well. As he walked to the outside door, he seemed to remember another item.
''Nancy, the invitation includes your husband,'' he said, and saw her surprise and delight. ''The Dietrichs understand you are a newlywed and wouldn't dream of taking you away from your husband so soon.''
''That's so sweet,'' Nancy said, meaning every word.
Garrett turned to Elizabeth. ''Miss Adams,'' he said softly, ''if you also have a partner that would miss you for dinner, please let my assistant know. I'm sure Benjamin would understand the need for another place at his table.'' Nancy thought the question strange but then smiled, as she watched him watching her friend.
Elizabeth flushed and lowered her eyes before shaking her head. ''That's not necessary, Sir,'' she said. ''I'm not … I don't need …''
''That's fine, thank you,'' he said, satisfied that he had what he needed. ''Until Friday then,'' he said, opening the door and stepping through it. The women waited until they were sure he was no longer in the hall.
''Oh God,'' Nancy gushed, fanning herself with the envelope where she had replaced the invitation. ''How exciting is this? I can't believe they want just the two of us for another project. What do you think it is?''
Elizabeth slipped the invitation into her purse before answering. ''I have no idea,'' she admitted. ''And why is it so secret that Garrett … I mean, Mr. Foster, couldn't tell us about it?''
''I don't know, but promise me you'll at least think about doing it if they offer it to us,'' she said, knowing that she wouldn't enjoy doing the project without her best friend.
''I don't think it will be a problem,'' Elizabeth said. ''I have no intention of giving up any projects until I have the financing set up. I certainly can't afford to turn down any jobs right now.''
Nancy stood and grabbed her purse for an afternoon coffee run. She was smiling as she stood with one hand on the doorknob. ''Am I picking up on your possible interest in Garrett as more than a business friend?'' she asked.
When Elizabeth looked up from her desk, she looked surprised. ''Garrett?'' she said, as if the name was unfamiliar.
''Yes, Liz,'' Nancy said, rolling her eyes—something she never did in her husband's presence, for fear of her own bottom. ''You know, the very handsome, very rich, and very, very sexy man that was just sitting on our couch? The one you said you would be happy to … let me see … sit at his feet and soak in any ideas he might have about a project whose details you've slaved over for years? Yes, Garrett.''
Elizabeth looked surprised, her face flushed. She had not honestly given a single thought to Garrett as a possible partner. She saw the face in her dreams, flashing across her mind, but could not admit her intense, senseless attraction to some mystery man. Nancy was still at the door, watching her closely.
''No,'' Elizabeth said, shaking her head. ''I admire him greatly and do appreciate his experience, but no, I hadn't even thought of him in that way. Besides, didn't you say he was involved with another Sub? I mean, he was flogging her, right?''
Nancy shook her head. Her best friend could be so obtuse at times. ''Honey, just because he was participating in a demo does not mean he is a one-Sub Dom. Heck, there was another, very fine, gentleman that did the next demo.
''I shall look forward to it. I need to ask that you do not share the contents of this meeting with anyone outside this office,'' he said, and saw that their curiosity was piqued. They both nodded, and he knew he could rely on their confidentiality. ''I believe you'll understand more after Friday's meeting.'' He stood and the women stood as well. As he walked to the outside door, he seemed to remember another item.
''Nancy, the invitation includes your husband,'' he said, and saw her surprise and delight. ''The Dietrichs understand you are a newlywed and wouldn't dream of taking you away from your husband so soon.''
''That's so sweet,'' Nancy said, meaning every word.
Garrett turned to Elizabeth. ''Miss Adams,'' he said softly, ''if you also have a partner that would miss you for dinner, please let my assistant know. I'm sure Benjamin would understand the need for another place at his table.'' Nancy thought the question strange but then smiled, as she watched him watching her friend.
Elizabeth flushed and lowered her eyes before shaking her head. ''That's not necessary, Sir,'' she said. ''I'm not … I don't need …''
''That's fine, thank you,'' he said, satisfied that he had what he needed. ''Until Friday then,'' he said, opening the door and stepping through it. The women waited until they were sure he was no longer in the hall.
''Oh God,'' Nancy gushed, fanning herself with the envelope where she had replaced the invitation. ''How exciting is this? I can't believe they want just the two of us for another project. What do you think it is?''
Elizabeth slipped the invitation into her purse before answering. ''I have no idea,'' she admitted. ''And why is it so secret that Garrett … I mean, Mr. Foster, couldn't tell us about it?''
''I don't know, but promise me you'll at least think about doing it if they offer it to us,'' she said, knowing that she wouldn't enjoy doing the project without her best friend.
''I don't think it will be a problem,'' Elizabeth said. ''I have no intention of giving up any projects until I have the financing set up. I certainly can't afford to turn down any jobs right now.''
Nancy stood and grabbed her purse for an afternoon coffee run. She was smiling as she stood with one hand on the doorknob. ''Am I picking up on your possible interest in Garrett as more than a business friend?'' she asked.
When Elizabeth looked up from her desk, she looked surprised. ''Garrett?'' she said, as if the name was unfamiliar.
''Yes, Liz,'' Nancy said, rolling her eyes—something she never did in her husband's presence, for fear of her own bottom. ''You know, the very handsome, very rich, and very, very sexy man that was just sitting on our couch? The one you said you would be happy to … let me see … sit at his feet and soak in any ideas he might have about a project whose details you've slaved over for years? Yes, Garrett.''
Elizabeth looked surprised, her face flushed. She had not honestly given a single thought to Garrett as a possible partner. She saw the face in her dreams, flashing across her mind, but could not admit her intense, senseless attraction to some mystery man. Nancy was still at the door, watching her closely.
''No,'' Elizabeth said, shaking her head. ''I admire him greatly and do appreciate his experience, but no, I hadn't even thought of him in that way. Besides, didn't you say he was involved with another Sub? I mean, he was flogging her, right?''
Nancy shook her head. Her best friend could be so obtuse at times. ''Honey, just because he was participating in a demo does not mean he is a one-Sub Dom. Heck, there was another, very fine, gentleman that did the next demo.
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