“All right then. I have a question for you.” Vanessa leaned back and crossed her legs, her eyes fixed on Mel’s. “Both of the times you’ve been in here, you haven’t been able to stop staring at my riding crop.” Mel’s face flushed. She’d hoped Vanessa hadn’t noticed. No, that was a lie. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” Vanessa asked. “No,” Mel said softly. “Does it scare you?” “No.” Vanessa examined Mel’s face silently. “Could it be that you’re curious?” Mel’s heart sped up. “Maybe a little…”
