She sat on the bench for a few more moments, studying his card. Timothy Drake-CEO. His office and cell phone numbers were embossed on the front. She turned the card over and in bold handwriting there was another number and the message “Use this number. It’s just for you.” Her heart started pounding again. She checked the time and realized she needed to head back to her office. Walking through the park, she made sure she was aware of her surroundings as he requested. She made it to her office with time to spare before her next meeting. She picked up her cell phone, staring at his card. He told her to text him. Part of her wanted to rebel at his presumption to tell her what to do. A bigger part of her wanted to do exactly as he asked. So she did.
-Tim, I have arrived back at my office. Thank you again for our chat. – Rachel
She put her phone down and started reading her email. No more than five minutes later, her phone went off.
-Rachel, Thank you for doing as I asked. Good girl. I would like you to do another thing for me. It will require some reading. Send me an email to the address on my card and I will send you what you need. I expect a message when you are done reading Princess. -Tim
She read the message three times. She couldn’t control the pleasure she felt when he called her a good girl and a princess. She was a grown woman. Her heart shouldn’t melt when she read such things. But it did. She wanted to reply, but didn’t. He asked for a message when she was done reading and not before. She felt a desperate need to comply and please him. She went to her meeting, reminding herself to email him when she returned to her desk.
Forty minutes later, her mind completely numb from facts and figures, she returned to her desk to see a message on her phone.
Rachel- I have been thinking about you. I would like to hear from you prior to your email. A phone call would be preferred. Use your number. -Tim
She reached for the phone immediately and dialed the number on the back of the card. She wanted to hear from him too. The phone rang once and then she heard his gravely voice.
“Hello my Rachel. I see you got my message”
She smiled. “How did you know it was me?”
“You are the only one who has this number. It’s dedicated to your communication only. All calls and texts from you come to this phone. That way, I can give you the proper attention you deserve.”
Rachel’s blood heated. He could be lying. But, she believed him. He had set it up just for her. She licked her suddenly dry lips and tried to figure out what to say. She didn’t have to. He continued.
“Rachel, there is a lot of things you will come to learn about me. It will please me greatly if you want to learn them. I desire to learn all about you. Your wants and needs. Your passions. But, first I need to you look at what I am sending you. This will explain more about me and what I want from you. It will also give you a chance to decide that I may not be the best man for you. This would disappoint me greatly, but I will accept your decision. Give me your email address and I will send it now. Text me with any questions. I mean it Princess, any questions. Don’t look up anything without asking me first. This is very important. Do you understand?”
Rachel could hear the worry in his confident tone. He was really concerned she would not do as he asked. She wanted to comfort him immediately.
“Tim, you have my promise. If I have any questions on what I am reading, I will contact you first. No going off on my own. I promise.” She heard him sigh in relief.
“Thank you my sweet Rachel. I will be emailing you a link to a blog. My blog. My innermost thoughts and desires. You will read about yourself in the later entries. You my sweet, are the brunette goddess I refer to. My brunette goddess. Now, email address please.”
She wanted to sigh herself. He called her a goddess. His goddess. She gave him her email address and they said goodbye. She went to refill her coffee and when she got back to her desk, there was an email waiting. The subject was “My Blog” she clicked on the link and the blog appeared. The title almost caused her to choke on her coffee.
“The Life of A Dominant Gentleman”
She was in trouble.