Chapter Nine
A cool breeze blew in from the open bathroom window as Regan toweled herself dry. She had three appointments in the next few hours so her mind was crammed with thought, all this pushing aside any concern for Kurt Kingsley. It had been nearly a week since their stay at the Country Inn, and not one word from the man she hoped would be mastering her. It wasnt exactly anxiety creeping into her consciousness, but wonder and a slight sense of dread. He could not refuse, her battered mind would claim. Still, hed made no commitment and left her with the question of ownership still undecided.
Regans body ached for himso did her submissive need; but she didnt have time to think of that ache or the pressing need, or the question of her ownership. When the doorbell rang, she was to
