The Natural [Answers 3] by Christelle Mirin Page B

were either so shy they had to coax them into their suites or so excited to be here they could barely be controlled. He hoped she was not one of those. They always wore him out, mentally and physically. Being a sex therapist wasn’t an easy job. After the training and getting used to being with women who were sometimes so reluctant to allow themselves to even be seen with no clothes on, Hunter was exhausted most of the time.
    “Far from it,” Billy said with a wink. “She’s tall and blonde and walks like she’s on a mission. Very vocal and seems to know what she wants. She wasn’t afraid to ask questions, either.” Billy shook his head and smiled. “It’s not often we get a woman like her. I have a feeling she’s going to be a force to be reckoned with.”
    Wilder rubbed his hands together. “I can’t wait to get started. It makes me wonder even more why she wants to learn to be submissive and explore bondage. A woman like you’ve described usually likes to be in charge most of the time.”
    Hunter rubbed his chin. “You’re right, Wilder. Why would she even be here in the first place? I’m sure, if she’s as confident as Billy says, she could have found someone who isn’t a therapist who would be happy to oblige her desires.” Tall, blonde, and confident was a definite head-turner for any man.
    “There must be something deeper,” Wilder said. “Something about trust, I’ll bet. Well, brother”—he rose from his chair—“let’s go meet Miss Holiday and get this started. We’ll know more once we start talking to her.”
    Hunter stood, his gaze locking with the mirror image of his own. His brother was almost an exact copy of himself. The only difference was Wilder was a bit more beefy, thanks to working out with weights. Hunter always took pains to notice the way a client reacted when he and his twin brother arrived at their door. “All right then. I’m ready. Let’s go.”
     
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    Peering into the fridge, she found a bottle of white wine. “Perfect.” She pulled out the bottle and, within a couple of minutes, was sipping a wonderful glass of wine while she looked out the windows of the living room. This was an experiment she had been looking forward to for a long time. She’d heard about Answers Spa from a few of the women she worked with and also, about how discreet they were here. It was perfect. There were things she wanted to know, and she didn’t trust anyone to teach her and keep their mouth shut. She’d always been a woman who sought out what she wanted, but the whole world didn’t have to know about her personal life. Some things begged to be kept private if she wanted to get anywhere in this world.
    When she had filled out her questionnaire for her “therapy,” she made sure she made herself clear when it came to what she wanted to accomplish. She also stressed the fact that she wanted her therapy to begin immediately upon arrival. Dawn was not one to hesitate or pussyfoot around. When it came to acquiring something she wanted, she went after it with a vengeance. She hoped they had read that part of her questionnaire and didn’t mess around when it came to getting this whole thing started.
    A knock on the door caused her to turn away from the windows. “Come in,” she called.
    The double doors opened, and two men entered. “Good afternoon, Miss Holiday,” they said in tandem.
    Dawn drew in a long, slow breath, trying to keep her expression neutral as she watched them close the doors behind them and walk toward her.
    They were both about six feet tall and had blond hair that was parted in the middle and hung past their shoulders. One of them looked a bit more muscular than the other, but their eyes were mirror images of cool, blue water. Their light tan spoke of spending time outside in the Nevada heat, and it accentuated the blondness of their hair. Both were dressed in jeans, but where one wore a T-shirt the color of coral, the other wore a pale-blue polo shirt.