..such a raw desire that was more potent than any drug.Curling her fingers into her palms, she fought his effect on her. "Sorry, but I don't use sex a... a bargaining chip."The cynical grin returned. "Somehow I thought you'd say that." I think you need to leave," Jenna said moving to the door and opening it. "Your nephew is just going to have to deal with his punishment."Jenna knew that Satan himself couldn't have been more alluring. Part of her wondered what one night would really matter, though. ”“I will do no such thing.”“Then you will just have to be uncomfortable, just like all the years you made me uncomfortable.” He next had her do a grueling program with the weights, working every part of her body with multiple sets that pushed her to her limits. She was going to feel this the next few days.“Mike, can I have some water?”“Sure.” He handed her a water bottle. She had hopes that maybe he was going to be nice again and maybe he might even rub her pussy, since all this exercise was. ”“What?”“In Japanese culture, men are allowed mistresses, if they are circumspect about it and it doesn’t interfere in the marriage.”“So you and I could have a baby?”“I’d have to talk it over with Kimiko, but it IS possible. You know Tasha’s and Maggie’s take on it, and I can’t imagine any of the other girls like Katy or the girls at church would permit it.”“Interesting.”“I also told my mom that if you were straight, we’d already be engaged.”“No kidding,” Clarissa replied flatly. “Tell me. Although we do have tables and chairs in Marsham Street, you know.”Sir Rupert was a man in his sixties, with grey curls and rather a cheeky smile. Last time I saw him he was wearing a herringbone suit, but now he was dressed in slacks and a knitted vest. This man was the most senior civil servant at the Home Office. Ministers would come and go, but Sir Rupert had been a constant for the past thirteen years, the crowning glory of a life in the civil service. I was pretty sure that pleasant smile.