Sabrina stared out at the city as the town car made its way to the Boston Manor. The diamonds around
her neck caught the light of the passing cars and sparkled in the window reflection, a nagging
reminder of what she was and what was expected of her tonight.
What kind of relationship did she have with Chase that they were going to a place where they
would both have sex with other people, but couldn’t touch each other? Could such a relationship
work?
She shivered, remembering how dark his eyes turned when she’d walked out of her bedroom.
Like he wanted to devour her. Other men looked at her that way, but not Chase. He was always so
controlled, so disciplined.
Maybe that’s why he seemed safe. No man she’d known before treated her the way he did.
Then again, he spent Friday nights at the Manor with the sex slaves. Is that why he didn’t need her
sexually? If they got married, would that change? Would his primary needs be met there or with her?
He’d said he had to get married; it was a requirement of being in The Brotherhood. Maybe men in
The Brotherhood didn’t have sex with their wives. Maybe they got everything they needed from the
sex slaves.
She blinked away tears. Why didn’t Chase want her?
“Sabrina?” He put his hand on hers. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head, still staring out the window.
He tugged her hand, and she scooted closer to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
She stared out the front of the car. “Nothing.”
Chase shifted and captured her chin to make her look up at him. “I know you better than that.” His
gray eyes searched hers, the passion from earlier replaced with concern. “Are you nervous about
tonight?”
She nodded, though that wasn’t what was bothering her.
He tilted his head. “You’ll be fine. You look amazing.” His eyes traveled down to her cleavage,
and he grinned. “All those lucky men . . .”
She wrenched her chin away and turned back to the window.
“Sabrina?”
She swallowed over the lump in her throat. “Why are you so excited about the other men wanting