She entered my office and I had to smile when I saw her. She may be a bitch, but she’s a damn fine looking bitch.We greeted each other as if we actu...lly like each other. We’re no longer the enemies we were when we were going through our very acrimonious divorce but we’re far from being friends. Enough time has passed that we’ve reached a point in our relationship where we can be in the same room together without feeling the need to draw blood.I escorted her to a comfortable seat by the glass. Returning to the Citadel felt, strangely enough, like a homecoming for Kat. Since leaving Ovid at seventeen, Kat had rarely spent more than a few days in any one place. Even when she was first starting out, trying to eke out a living before, eventually, turning her hard-won planning skills to the field of assassination, she had rarely stayed in one place long. She was a young girl in an increasingly hostile universe, alone and, most of the time, afraid.The Citadel had offered her something she. He ran his finger down my bare shoulder,giving me a chill."You're not worried, are you?" he asked, making it sound like a crazyidea.He gripped my neck, bent and kissed me before I could react then turnedand strode back across the doorway. He whipped the gray suit jacket onwith a flourish and turned to me."Don't look so worried! I have it all under control," he said with anod that may have been more for his benefit than mine.To this day I don't know if he was telling the truth or just putting. I miss my dominant Mistress so much??Mariah began quietly sobbing, and I could tell that she was mortified to ask a woman she’d been living with for three weeks about something so personal, and of course she missed her er, Mistress? Normally, I would’ve tried to change the subject, but the fact is, Shoeblossom, I felt sorry for Mariah, and also, as I am still a not-so-attractive elderly bisexual woman, was quite attracted to her?what could I do, really? I had been mentally undressing her on a.