Secrets Dispelled (15 page)
There was silence and she wondered if he’d got fed up and put the phone down. “Mr. Sunderland?”
“Alex will do for now. So, Dominique.”
“Mimi,” she interrupted him. “I’m called Mimi.”
“Your birth name is Dominique?”
“Yes, but…”
“Dominique, don’t ‘but’ it or argue. I’ll call you Dominique for now.”
His voice curled around her like deep, warm velvet, and she responded to it like the victim of a siren’s song. “If you say so.” With anyone else she would have argued or flatly refused to respond.
“I say so. Right, to business. My sister gave you my name? And says you should come to a Meet the Dom night? That I’m hosting?”
Why did he repeat everything she said? Wasn’t it self-explanatory?
“Yes, I’m on the same forum as her. The one about what’s needed in the area.”
He sighed. “The one with people on it who think we’re an abhorrence?”
Of course he’d know that bit. Eric had a loud voice and an even louder way of sharing it. “Um, yes, so…”
“So, why you?”
Somehow she could imagine him running his hands through his hair. Was he blond or dark? Was his hair straight, curly, long or short? What color were his eyes? Was he as fit as she imagined?
Questions, questions.
It would be a pity if that voice belonged to a guy with no charisma or a body that didn’t make you want to roll over and beg.
Beg? Where did that come from?
Mimi dragged her mind away from hot bodied men to remember the reason for her phone call. “Your sister thought I’d be impartial and ask all the right questions.”
“And will you?”
How on earth could a voice make her thighs damp? To say nothing of those places a wee bit higher.
“Well, I hope so. I haven’t got any ideas one way or the other—not yet. That’s why I need to come and see for myself.” The words made her tummy quiver. Excitement or worry? She had no idea. “Find out what really goes on.”
“A good idea,” he said neutrally. “What do you think you are?”
“Pardon?” What on earth did he mean?
About the Author
A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
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