Chapter 12

“So, if you need to put me in a corner every now and then,” I said, “well, that’s okay, I guess.”

Miss Baxter squeezed my fingers. “I will do my best to rein in my behavior in the future.”

I smiled and turned my gaze to the deli sack, still sitting between us and still filling the room with its savory scent. “Wanna split it?” I offered.

Miss Baxter leaned her head onto my shoulder. “Sure.”

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“So, tell me more about your secret life as a dominatrix,” I said between bites of spinach cannelloni. We had moved to the small breakfast nook in the corner of the kitchen and Miss Baxter had rounded out the meal with a salad and a couple glasses of wine.

“It’s not really a secret anymore, now is it dear?”

“Well…”

“I actually still have a few clients, though I tend to think of them more as good friends.”