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𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦,
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.
𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵.
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘖𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
Bracing his elbows on the table, he pressed the heels of his hands against his eye sockets, taking several deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down. This was feeling more and more like a mistake every second. Why hadn’t he thought through all the possible repercussions before walking in here?
Because I was too focused on how Mistress Julie, I forgot to think about everyone else.
Maybe not forgot so much as pushed it out of his mind. Because he’d wanted to roll the dice and see what happened if he revealed himself. See if the fantasies he had in his head matched up with reality.
He should go.
Dropping his hands down he lifted his head… and found himself looking at the woman herself, standing on the other side of the table. She looked stunning, in a blue shirt and black skirt, her long hair pulled back up way from her face in a bun, with two sticks that had little dangly decorations hanging from them stuck through it. With him sitting down in the booth, they were about the same height, and her gaze pierced him as she tilted her head, like she was wondering what he was doing there… or maybe just wondering why he appeared to be having a meltdown.
He felt a moment of panic.
She did realize he was there to meet her, right?
Or would it be better if she didn’t, and he could just pretend all of this never happened?
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Golden Angel is a USA Today best-selling author and self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.
She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.
When she's not writing, she can often be found on the couch reading, in front of her sewing machine making a new cosplay, hanging out with her friends, or wandering the Maryland Renaissance Fair.
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