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With Miss Lily's help and the counseling she'd required, Rainie had  learned that the uncertainties in her childhood-because of her mother  and foster parents-trained her to be a pleaser. By knowing the cause,  she'd managed to overcome the behavior.

But she'd never discussed the ugly habits acquired during her year on  the streets. There, if a girl didn't give a man what he wanted, she  starved or got hurt. Confrontations led to slaps, punches, kicks … or  worse. Rainie had suffered it all before Shiz had taken her in. And even  with him … she'd never said no. Giving in had been safer.

Well. Now that she recognized the reasons for her wimpy behavior, she'd  work through it. And she'd not keep being a wimp either. She set Jake's  coffee in front of him and met his patient gaze. "I …  I don't mess around  with my bosses."

"You got it out. Good for you." His smile was filled with approval.

And she deserved it. A glow of self-satisfaction filled her.

"Mess around," he repeated. As the meaning registered, his smile turned  rueful. "Hell. Well, hell." He ran his hand through his hair, messing it  up even further. "Unfortunately, I agree. I don't screw my staff."

Relieved, Rainie sighed.

After a second, Jake rose. "You do realize though, I've never worked  with an employee I'd previously fucked." Looking down at her, he ran his  thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. "It's going to be difficult,  sweetling … since I already want to take you again."





Chapter Seven



On Monday morning, Jake headed into the feline room.

"Jake." His buddy and co-owner of the clinic grabbed his arm and spun  him around. Saxon's blue eyes and shoulder-length pale hair almost  glowed against the dark tan he'd picked up on the Caribbean beaches.  "That's Rainie."

"What?"

"That's Rainie out there answering our phones." Saxon hadn't looked so  shocked since a subbie doing puppy play had actually bit him. "Bro, you  might be a Shadowlands Master, but you can't just draft the submissives  no matter how much we need a receptionist."         

     



 

Jake laughed. "Jesus, Sax. If I tried conscripting the subs, Z would hand me, balls up, to Mistress Anne."

"So, you didn't … ?"

"Rainie's between jobs and heard I fired Lynette. She volunteered to man the desk until the middle of February."

Saxon let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Deity of All Veterinarians."

"We can hope it works out. I didn't check for references. Hell, I don't  even know what kind of job she had before." At Saxon's skeptical stare,  Jake shrugged. "She's an honest woman. If she says she can do something,  I figure she can."

"Pretty trusting for you, bro."

True enough. However … Jake shot him a pointed look to remind him of who'd hired Lynette.

"Right. Shutting up here."







Not long before noon, a retriever pup was brought in, having tried to  eat something sharp. After handing the case to Saxon, who loved surgery,  Jake, who preferred his patients awake, took over the exams. Hairballs,  cancer, ear abscesses, removing stitches. Helping and healing. He loved  his job.

If only running a vet clinic didn't involve running a business, he'd be a happy man.

When he finally emerged from the exam rooms, Rainie sat behind the  reception counter, looking as calm and collected as when she'd first  walked in. Although she'd removed the jacket to her dark red suit, she  was still too classy for the clinic.

He eyed her, trying to decipher what appeared different. Ah. Her tattoos  were completely covered by her three-quarter-length sleeves. With her  hair pulled back in a French braid, she was a poster child for  professionalism.

"Doctor Sheffield," she said, making him smile with her formality. "When  you're free, I have a list of calls for you to return." She gave him a  notepad with several-completely readable-messages. "Nothing is urgent,  and they're all willing to wait until you take a break."

"That's-"

"Your tech Ceecee said the kennel attendant schedule hadn't been done,  so I took a stab at creating one. Kris gave me the pile of vacation  requests from your desk and the usual hours each person works." She  handed him a neatly labeled folder. "I printed out a tentative schedule  and put it in here with the requests. I think I satisfied them all, but  you should check it over and okay it."

"I could use you at my office. What are you doing working as a  receptionist?" a new client holding a cat carrier asked from the waiting  area.

Rainie smiled. "Just helping Dr. Sheffield out temporarily."

With her terrier perched politely beside her on the bench, Mrs.  Pritchert peered over her reading glasses. "You lucked out with this  one, Doc. That snippy receptionist last week wasn't worth the ink on her  paycheck."

He found no discreet answer available, so he nodded his response, then studied the papers in his hand. "Excellent work, Rainie."

At his pleased smile, pink bloomed in her cheeks. Submissive. And delightful.

Obviously flustered, she rose to greet Mrs. Flanders, who'd brought in  her grumpy Doberman. Even the techs were careful when dealing with the  ancient canine.

But when the old woman dropped her checkbook, Rainie hurried around the  counter to pick it up. She remained crouched and held out her hand.  "Good grief, you're a big guy. You'd probably eat my little dog for  breakfast and still want more."

Prince Albert's ears pricked forward. After sniffing her palm, he gave a  butt-wiggle of approval. Know how you feel, old man. Rainie was soft,  caring, and a real heart-tugger.

"Where is Rhage, by the way?" Jake asked, hoping she hadn't left the  animal at home. A bored pup could rip an apartment to pieces.

"Under my desk. Kris was a sweetheart and took him outside when she  walked the other dogs." Rainie grinned. "She wore him out so thoroughly  he's been sleeping since."

Jake glanced over and saw the dog sprawled in a hand-fashioned bed. "Good enough."

"Are you taking your lunch now?" Rainie asked.

He snorted. "Hardly. Lynette never bothered to schedule breaks or lunches."

"Seriously?" She scowled. "That surly, sway-backed strumpet."

"Excuse me?"

She waved an airy hand. "I'm practicing pirate curses."

At the thought of her sumptuous curves beneath him while she cursed him like a fishwife, Jake laughed. And his body hardened.

She didn't notice, but with her beautiful mouth set into a determined  line, she stared at her monitor. "I'll make sure you get time for lunch  tomorrow."         

     



 

He barely managed to refrain from stroking her hair. Instead, he took the folder she'd given him and headed into his office.

Saxon would be praying to his Deity of All Veterinarians to keep this woman.

Jake might set up an altar himself.







The sun was rising when Rainie unlocked the clinic by herself two days  later. Good thing Jake had given her a key since a client had arranged  to arrive early to drop off her puppies to be vaccinated. Ginger hadn't  wanted to be late to work.

Having experienced the joy that was Cory, Rainie understood all too well.

"Hey, come on in," Rainie said. With Rhage tucked under her arm, she  held the door open for Ginger to edge past with her big box.

Rhage's ears pricked up at the squeaking noises.

"You can put them behind the counter," Rainie said. "As soon as one of  the kennel staff is free, she'll get them settled in the back."

"I really appreciate you taking them early." Ginger set the box down and  lifted up one of the puppies. "Y'all be good for Rainie, you hear?"

"Oh, they're adorable." When Rainie made an involuntary movement, Ginger put the tiny squirming ball of fur in her hand.

Plush and soft. Rainie held the baby up to her face, and a teeny tongue touched her chin.

Ginger grinned. "It's difficult to imagine they'll grow to seventy  pounds or so." She rubbed the little perked-up triangular ears.  "Shepherds make such cute puppies."

Rainie sighed. "I don't know much about animals, but so far, I haven't  met an ugly puppy." And she'd managed to hold most of them. It was a  weakness.

Rhage planted his paws on her knees, stretching up for a sniff.

"Don't worry, my hero dog," she told him, tucking the puppy back into  the box. "You own my heart." Although the puppies had stolen a piece or  two.

Ginger glanced at her watch. "I'm gone. I'll see you at lunch to get my batch of fuzzy-butts."

"They'll be ready for you."

In the wonderfully quiet office, Rainie worked steadily for an hour  until the staff showed up, followed by the first appointments. As time  passed, the waiting room filled.

Jake and Saxon were keeping up fairly well. It helped that the  technicians handled the shots and initial exams. The clinic hadn't yet  achieved the super-smooth functioning that was Rainie's goal, but the  work was totally fun.