Chapter Seventeen
As the door clicked shut and Rafe threw the dead bolt, he and Christina eyed each other searchingly. Each was well aware how turned on they both had been by the nearly four hour ordeal they had subjected their miscreant subject to. But the Foreman was certainly not going to make any kind of first move in an erotic direction with his powerful (and ravishingly pretty, especially in her fiercely aroused state) Boss. Whatever direction their relationship was going to take was to be initiated by her, and guided at every turn by her wishes and preferences. That was, until she gave him explicit carte blanche to take over the reigns (actually, his ironic thought was 'whip hand').
Estela knew what she wanted, and suspected from Rafe's own flushed face and dilated pupils (as well
