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The Enticement

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I liked where she was going with her advice. I didn’t think I could take her up on the offer if the company wasn’t going to give me control of my own content.
“I’d much rather be able to decide on what to write myself. I don’t know if I can be forced to write something.”
She handed the papers back to me. “Now, I will say, there are probably a few topics we won’t publish. But in looking over your blog, I haven’t seen you write on any of them, so I think we’re good. If you’re unsure, you can always run the idea by me first.”
“Thanks. If I decide to write for you, I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll have to think about what I could do for the first post. I don’t particularly like any of these suggestions.” I raised an eyebrow to make sure she was in agreement with me, and at her nod, I continued. “I’d like to do something completely different for the first post. Something, like you said, not necessarily new, but for certain something most people wouldn’t have seen or read.”
“Yes, keep going.”
“Something that appeals to the population at large. It has to have a hook to draw them in. And after they finish reading it, they want to come back and read the next post.” I paused, trying to think of something that met that criteria.
“Sort of like an author who ends a chapter with a cliff-hanger and you can’t put it down, but have to keep going,” she said.
“Right. Or like when they end the entire book on a cliff-hanger.”
“Exactly like that. I have a love/hate relationship with those types of books.”
“You know, I was a librarian before I had my second child and stayed at home.”
She leaned forward, all curious like. “No, I had no idea.”
“That’s what I was doing when I first became a submissive for the man who would be my husband.”
“Interesting. There might be something there. The librarian with a kinky side. Or something about the quiet type. Maybe how you can’t judge people.”
“I feel like I need to write these down. These are great suggestions.” I especially liked the one about judging people. I often found myself doing that, even with those in the lifestyle. Not as much now as I had years ago, though. And though I tried not to assume anything about people’s sex lives, something about Meagan made me think she had experience in the BDSM lifestyle. “One thing I have to remind myself is that even if you know someone’s kinky, you can’t automatically tell which role they fall into.”
“Abby, I have a feeling you are the perfect person for this position. I sincerely hope you give serious thought to accepting it.”
I sent Nathaniel a text as soon as the meeting was over and I was in a cab headed back to the penthouse we owned in the city.
Meeting went great. Will tell you all about it when you get home.
His reply was immediate.
So glad to hear. Have been thinking about you all day. Can’t wait to hear the details.
I smiled and typed back a quick “Love you” before calling Elaina to see how the kids were doing. Nathaniel wouldn’t be off work for another three hours, so to help pass time until we left for the estate, I got out a notebook and pen and began to brainstorm on possible topics for the first post.
I’d jotted down only a page of notes when the sound of the door opening caught me by surprise. I stood up. Housekeeping wasn’t due until the next day and the building manager would have sent either Nathaniel or me a note before using his master key to enter.
I broke into a silly grin when Nathaniel walked into the room.
“Hey,” he said, wearing his own silly grin.
“You’re early,” I said, walking over to him. “I wasn’t expecting you for another few hours.”
“Like I could work without knowing how your meeting went.” He dropped his briefcase and the corner of his mouth quirked up. “So, tell me the details.”
“Mmm.” I reached up and slipped my hands under the lapels of his suit jacket. I pushed it up and off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it and when it fell to the floor, I said, “You’re looking at the latest employee of WNN.”
A huge grin covered his face and he pulled me into a tight embrace. “Of course they love you. They’d be crazy not to.”
“It wasn’t just me. They really liked my writing.”
“It’s a package deal. They go together.”
“Come here,” I said, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. “I’ll tell you all about it.”