Copyright © Katy Swann 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing. Rachel Porter took one final look in the mirror and smiled. She was going to dinner with Adam Stone tonight, and she hoped that dinner wasn't going to be the only thing on the menu. The night before, she'd been on the verge of ringing him and telling him she didn't want to see him anymore. His revelation that his ex-wife had been his slave had stunned her, and when he'd then hinted that he might expect the same from her, she had panicked. But this morning, she had thought about it rationally and decided that she must have heard wrong. She had quickly buried her misgivings and had focused all her energy on tonight. She returned her gaze to the mirror. For once she was happy with the image staring back at her. Her eyes had a sparkle in them that hadn't been there before—they seemed greener somehow, more like emeralds instead of the usual dull moss-green. Her lips were fuller. In fact, when she really looked, she could almost see a rosy pout where before, her lips had been tense and drawn together. And her hair, looked different too, somehow shinier and sleeker as it hung gracefully down her back like long strands of golden silk. She hadn't worn too much makeup tonight—just enough eyeliner to give her large almond-shaped eyes a slightly smoky look, and a natural-coloured lip gloss to emphasise her new-found pout. She hadn't put foundation on for the first time in years and was amazed at how much prettier she looked as her exposed skin showed off her youthful glow. She looked fresh and natural. And happy. It hadn't taken long to decide what to wear as she didn't have a huge collection of posh frocks. She obviously couldn't wear the new dress she'd worn to dinner on Saturday, so that really only left the old faithful little black dress, which covered all eventualities. It made her slender figure look sexy and the high heels on her black patent shoes made her taller than her usual five foot four. She did a little twirl in front of the full-length mirror, stopping so that her back was facing the glass, and looked over her shoulder to study her rear view. She lifted the skirt of her dress to inspect her naked bottom, and sighed. The pale skin was unblemished—not even a tiny little red mark remained from last night's spankings. She was rather disappointed about that. She looked at her watch. Ten minutes to go. She'd hardly seen Adam all day at the office—he'd been out at meetings for most of the day and the few times he'd been around, he'd been on the phone or with someone. He had politely nodded good morning to her as she'd brought in his coffee and had barely said goodbye as he'd rushed out at four o'clock for a meeting in Canary Wharf—she hadn't seen him or heard from him since. At seven twenty-five, she put her coat on and stood by the window to look out for the car. Mandy was working late so Rachel was alone with plenty of time to count the minutes and contemplate the night ahead. Where would he be taking her tonight? What was it he was planning to do to her on Friday night at Boundaries, and what would his house be like when he took her home afterwards? Would he have a dungeon in the cellar? The sound of a car horn told her Rob, Adam's driver, was waiting and so she hurriedly grabbed her bag and made her way downstairs. He was holding the passenger door open for her and she smiled her thanks as she climbed into the car. She'd been hoping to see Adam waiting for her, but the car was empty. "Where's Adam?" she asked, as Rob fastened his seatbelt then pulled away from the kerb. "He'll be waiting for you when you arrive." "Arrive where?" He...