Page 21 of Obsessed

"Hey, wait a minute, Cath, I was here first," the woman on my rightsays.

"Tell you what, ladies, next time I promise to make my decision early. Tonight I was just getting my feet wet in the newclub."

Cathy leans her mouth next to my ear. "I can tell you a few other parts you got wet too with those green eyes and broad shoulders ofyours."

I kiss her neck. "Next time, beautiful. I promise." I pat her bottom. "I need to use the restroom before the ride back to the airport. If you lovely ladies will excuseme."

The bodyguard watches me with keen interest as I walk down the hallway leading to the restroom. Sitting with dozens of mostly naked, extremely horny women has been a good dose of torture. I splash water on my face and stare at my reflection. I was thrilled to get accepted into the club. I was in. I was going to find Ten and bring her home. But the night has been a thorough fucking failure. With the tracking device plan thwarted, I still have no clue where I am. Freestone even took care to have the windows on his small private plane bolted shut in case a passenger got the idea to stare down at the landscape below. We were blindfolded before we were led out of the plane so I didn't even see the airport. But if nothing else, the plane ride is going to help us. Every airport has records of takeoffs and landings. That is going to be the best place to start a search if my club membership turns out to be a bust. My only worry now is that Ten isn't even at the location. As much as I wanted to pry more information out of Cathy, it seemed I hit a topic that was offlimits.

The door opens and the bodyguard walks in. I give him a chin lift. "How's it going?" I sense tension but keep cool with a friendly smile. "Nice job just watching all those sweeties struttingaround."

"You didn't find anyone to your liking?" his tone is allbusiness.

"What? Oh fuck no, every single girl out there is hot." I glance around even though I know we're alone. "To tell you the truth and just between you and me, I've only been with a few women and I was kind of nervous. Thought I might, you know, disappoint. Come too quick," Iwhisper.

His stone mask is cracking just enough to assure me he's going to have a good hearty laugh once I leave the room. He nods. "Got it. Your secret is safe withme."

I slap him just a bit too hard on the shoulder. He looks pretty pissed about it but seems to feel sorry enough for the pre-ejaculating rich guy to let it pass. "Thanks, man. But next time." I motion back and forth with my hips. "Next time I'm going to be ready." I walk out of thebathroom.

The women are gathering up some of the food and drinks to take back to their rooms. The bodyguard steps out of the bathroom seconds later. "We need to get you down to the garage. The members will be gathering for the ride back to theairport."

"That's too bad," I say, "feels like the night just zippedby."

"Yeah zipped by," he repeats wryly. It seems I've given him a good story to tell hisfriends.

We head along several corridors. I walk just slightly behind him, taking note of certain details. Doors are labeled with numbers. Each one requires a pass card orcode.

"What do you have to do to get one of the key cards? Become a prime member?" I ask with alaugh.

"Just have to pick entertainment for thenight."

"I see. Next time, I'll be ready." There were cameras in every corner of the hallway. Freestone certainly liked his security. "When do I get to meet Mr. Freestone? Is that another level of membershiptoo?"

"Mr. Freestone doesn't generally mingle with the clubmembers."

A driver is already standing at the limousine waiting for some of my club mates to climb inside. There is a long tunnel that leads from somewhere above to the garage. A black van emerges from the tunnel, heading back into the garage fromabove.

The guard doesn't react so I can only assume he is expecting it. I slow my pace as we cross the vast cement floor of the garage, hoping I'll get a glimpse of the new visitor. I can only assume it is Freestonehimself.

A few of the other club members come through the door, their low voices sounding loud in the vast garage. I pause, pretending to be interested in their conversation. "Great party eh?" Isay.

They seem shocked and at the same time amused that the new member is a goofball. "How did they let that one in?" One man mutters to the other as they walkpast.

A driver gets out of the van, a big guy with lots of neck tattoos. Freestone seems to have a nice crew of bodyguards. For the first time, luck is with me. Some of my fellow club members are way past prime. They might just have been pushed to their physical limits some with the night's activities. It's taking them longer than expected to climb into thelimo.

I stay just out of view of the van but I can hear movement and voices. It seems that I might catch a glimpse of Freestone before being whisked away. The driver emerges from behind the van. He pulls out his key card for the garage exit door. A man is walking behind him carrying a person wrapped in a black overcoat. I get a clean view of the guy's profile. It's Freestone. He is easy to recognize. Whoever is in his arms moves so they are stillalive.

"Let's go," the guard says sharply tome.

My eyes follow Freestone for another second. He seems to know he's being watched and turns his piercing gaze back over his shoulder. We lock eyes for a brief moment, then he faces ahead. The movement has jostled the black coat away from the head of the person he'scarrying.

My entire body tenses. Red hair. Ten'shair.

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Angie

My limbsand head are so heavy it feels as if they have been super-glued to the bed. I don't even open my eyes when the knock is followed by the dooropening.

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