setting the scene

"Billy always said there was this song he knew, about a dominatrix, that reminded him so much of you that it was kind of scarey. I'm sure he was right."

I turned around now, intrigued. Stephen stood a few feet behind me, a playful smile on his lips. Of all the co-workers I had, he managed to be one of the few who got close to knowing me. We'd even traded e-mails back and forth a few times in jest. Did I want to admit he was right? Maybe. I debated briefly with myself, then met his gaze, a wicked smile curving my own lips.
"Oh, yes, he was right. More so than you'll ever know, Darling."

Instead of panic, I saw a certain amount of amusement and something else in his gaze. Not quite what I'd expected. He waited a few moments, then turned to leave, but stopped short of the door. "I think maybe I understand it a bit better than you give me credit for," he said softly. "Could I interest you in a friendly wager to prove it?"

Hmmm...a bet? That he didn't understand all that being a domme meant? Or that he didn't understand me? Curiouser and curiouser.