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He snatched the quilt off the bed and strode out after her The snowy ht sky The ski hill was lit up and he could hear laughter as guests enjoyed the cold winter’s night His focus re Taryn Each step he took into the deep snow froze his feet as the icy air made him shiver
He passed a large snowdrift, and she appeared standing beside an evergreen tree Her head was in her hands and she sobbed He sighed in relief Her first reaction er, but as always, she’d break down and let him in
He stepped in behind her, placed the quilt over her shoulders, and turned her to face hi the pain in the depths of her eyes—pain he’d put there “Are you ready to talk now?”
“I wasn’t expecting this,” she said so softly he barely heard her “Why wouldn’t you tell me it was you?”
“Because I wanted to reether before you knew that I ith you I didn’t want you to react exactly like you did”
Her eyes narrowed but there was no heat in her gaze “How else was I supposed to act? You blindsided me and violated the trust”
“I did nothing you didn’t agree to Madame Eve told you exactly ould take place here You knew you’d be blindfolded, brought into a BDSM scene, and you agreed to know nothing about ht You, not me, set the limits I merely followed theaged you sexually?”
“You…” He saw the argument rise on her expression before she stopped herself “You’re right You made me pleasure myself and never touched me in that way”
“Nor did I kiss you I acted as your Doreed to In fact, you wanted sex if I reone about this in a way you disprove of, but I would not have taken you without you knowing the truth”
She studied hier dissipated from her face—she looked exhausted “How did Madae this?”
“I hired Madao, filled out the questionnaire in search of a lifestyle submissive, and as you know she asked about previous relationships”
“So you told her about me?”
He brushed his knuckles across her cheek and it pleased him when she leaned into his touch “Of course I would”
“But…” Her chin quivered “But I don’t understand You let o”
He deserved to see how much his actions hurt her, and she hid none of it in her expression “What was I to do? You ca dreams in Houston”