That afternoon, she sat alone in the Jardin de Tuileries, allowing her mind to disconnect from the rush of the day. She let her thoughts rest on the trees, the leaves, the gentle breeze, and seemed to be worlds away, mostly thinking of Jack, of submission and slavery and the thrill that aroused her when she thought of being under a man’s domination once again. If one thing had stuck about the previous night, it was the realization that her submissive nature was as happily intact as it had always been. She’d spent the last year on her own, making decisions and running her life without a lot of difficulty. She could function without a Dominant man. But facts were facts. There was a part of her nature that would always seek out the attentions of an authoritative male. The desire was too close
