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I'm not expecting the question. Even more, I'm not expecting the search for an answer. It should be a fast and resounding yes. That's what it should be. "I don't know," I say quietly. "All I know right now is that I want out of thisdesert."

The van reaches us and Kane opens the door. I nearly fall inside onto the seats. I'm still cocooned in his coat and don't see myself giving it up anytime soon. I curl up in the corner and watch him through heavy lids. The newfound warmth and security allows the exhaustion to takeover.

Kane slides onto the seat across the way and opens a panel. He pulls out a bottle of water and hands it to me. I take several gulps but wince at the pain that's slowly taking over my entire head. The overhead lights are dim but they feel like lightning streaks in my eyes. Through lashes, I see the glint of a silverneedle.

"Yes or no?" heasks.

It takes me no time to decide. I'm in agony from the top of my head to my freezing toes. I drop the coat off my shoulder and push up my sleeve. I can't explain why, I don't know if it's shame or if it's just too hard to look at him when he's so close but I don't lift my eyes. I turn to face the opaque window as he shoots the nectar into my veins. It warms and comforts me from the inside as his coat did from the outside. The tension and pain in my muscles and head lessen. Soon the drug will work its magic to erase any of the harsh, bad memories of the night. As much as I want Kane to sit with me so I can curl against him, I don't ask. I push the idea out of myhead.

"If you think you were teaching me a lesson tonight"—my words stretch longer—"It worked." A yawn pauses my words. "But only for tonight. I still hate you, sometimes. Especially tonight." I shrink back into the warmth. "But not your coat. I love thiscoat."

I lean back with a sigh that borders on a moan. My eyes drift shut and I fall into a deepsleep.

20

Maddox

The whole thingis as strange as it is expected. The clandestine journey to the compound. Rich men feeding their fantasies in a secret club that's filled with all the usual luxuries, gourmet food, expensive booze, posh furniture and tempting young women. The leather cuffs and barely there lingerie caught me off guard at first but the women seemed completely at ease walking around in skimpy panties. Some were totally naked with the exception of the kinky leather cuffs and anklets. No real surprises but one major disappointment. There was no sign ofTen.

I played along with the whole thing, admittedly having a better time than I should have. There wasn't any noticeable networking happening between the big shots and rich important men in the room. They might have belonged to a secret brotherhood of sorts but it was obvious they were there for only one thing. As the other members peeled away with their prospective partners for the night, it became clear that I was going to be expected to do thesame.

I had more than my share of special invites, including one woman who said she loved it rough and kinky. As much fun as rough and kinky sounded, I pretended to be too overwhelmed with my choices todecide.

One pert blonde wearing a lacy pink pair of panties and nothing else and whose name I think is Cathy stands up in front of the couch where I've been sipping booze with a woman on each side of me and a naked woman sitting directly on my lap. "Well, newbie, you're not going to leave all of us brokenhearted are you? At least make one girl's night. The caravan is going to be leaving in an hour, and you haven't even had akiss."

The bodyguard who's been stationed at one end of the room pulls out his phone and walks out to take the call. I lift my arms and drop them around the women on each side of me. Cathy drops to the floor in front of me and rests her arms on my knees. The woman in my lap, Eve, I think, gives her a bit of a curled-lip sneer but it's ignored. I am the last male in the room and it feels like the first break of the evening. I can talk freely to thewomen.

"So what's your thing?" Eve punctuates her question with a tongue kiss of myear.

"My thing?" I ask. Something tells me just about anything goes down here in the LaceUnderground.

"She means what kind of girl do you like?" the woman on my rightclarifies.

I force down an embarrassed smile. "Oh that, thought you meant—Right. What kind of girl?" A new opportunity rose. I was sitting with two blondes, a brunette and a woman with bleached white hair. "First of all, the reason I'm still sitting here is because all of you are drop deadbeautiful."

This earns me a round of smiles. I glance toward the door. The bodyguard hasn't returned yet. "I'll tell ya all a little secret. Kind of corny but when I was eight I had a huge crush on my third grade teacher, Miss Rimple. And she had this awesome red hair. So I guess when you ask me what my thing is, I'd have to say redhair."

Cathy sits up straight and laughs. "Well, there's only one ginger around here and she'staken."

The women glance at each other but make no comments. I'm sure my time to ask questions is running out. "Taken? Damn, then I must have missed her when I walked into theparty."

"She doesn't come to the parties." The woman on my lap hops offabruptly.

The blonde looks up at her. "Where are you going,Eve?"

"The pool." She sashays out of theroom.

"I think she's mad that you mentioned liking red hair," Cathy says, immediately taking my vacated lap. It's a move that works out well. She's close enough for me to ask questions without being heard by the guard who has stepped back into the room. And Cathy seems the most generous withinformation.

"Why is that?" I ask with a laugh as if I consider this just a humorousconversation.

The woman under my right arm nudges Cathy's knee and subtly shakes herhead.

"Uh oh, is red hair a forbidden topic?" I laughagain.

"No, let's just change the subject to something more interesting," Cathy suggests. She curls her arm around my neck and pushes her naked breasts against me. "I'll bet you are a mighty satisfying fuck. Just too bad none of us hot and horny women are going to get a chance to judge forourselves."

A bell rings in the hallway. "That's the ten minute warning bell telling everyone to finish up." She sighs. "You sure you don't want to head into my room for aquickie?"

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