Chapter Ten
Samantha’s next meeting with Peter was the following afternoon. There had been a particularly thrilling tingle in her body the entire day, thinking of that meeting. Either she’d been given the answer she needed as to which man was most capable of giving her what she wanted—and that man was Peter—or the thought of breaking off the arrangement with her master was a thrill all its own, giving her body and the fantasy new life. Regardless, something powerful was propelling her forward this day.
The sensuous feeling of excitement seemed to amplify sevenfold on her way to Peter’s house. Yes, it had to be Peter she wanted, and the recent meeting with Joel had only made that more clear.
“In the white room, Samantha,” the curt, perfectly mannered Mr. Daugherty said on answering his f
