Kink she could do. If he told her he wanted to walk her down Times Square on a leash, she’d be more comfortable than him telling her he wanted to take her out for dinner instead of staying in. Trevor was so handsome, though, and so charming. How could she resist? So why was she terrified? Breathe, she told herself. It was only a date. With the billionaire Dom who happened to be test-driving her as a permanent sex-slave, and to possibly wear his collar someday. No big deal. “I’d love to go out.” “Great!” Pulling out his cell phone, he pressed a number and said, “Hey Carl, change of plans. I’d like you to drive us to dinner. No, not the city. We’ll go up to Putnam.” “Putnam?” Elisabeth asked. What was in Putnam County that would be better than in Manhattan? Trevor grinned and held his arm out to her, guiding her out the front door and down the steps to the waiting town car.
