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“Top or bottom?”

I threw Barrett one last glance. “Let’s go bottom. As you reminded me. He does need to provide for his family, so he needs his arms and hands. However, there’s nothing in the rules against our dealers sitting. Permanently.”

“You got it, boss. You’re still the sickest fuck I know.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Brock. One last thing. Have one of the men drop off an envelope of cash and a bouquet of flowers to his house. His wife will need a little help for the time being.”

The sound of his laughter followed me as I left the room. As soon as I did, another grin slipped across my face.

Maybe I’d invite Rose to my suite instead. I could only imagine what kind of mood I’d be in after spending an entire night with her.

It would be good for employee morale.

CHAPTER 14

Rose

Run. Run. Run!

I couldn’t race fast enough through the forest. They were following me. I knew it. I could feel it in my bones, the monsters on my heels. My breath skipped, my heart aching from the exertion as I tore through the blackness into the trees. When I tripped over a log, I fell hands and face first into briars. Pain tore through me, but it was nothing like the horrible sense of being hunted like a wild animal.

“Oh, little pet. Come out. Come out wherever you are.”

I jerked up, my mouth open in a silent scream. The entire space in front of me was nothing but a warm glow of golden rays, adding to the wooziness and my foggy mind. I took a few deep breaths, utilizing the exercises I’d learned to control my stage fright and clenched my eyes closed. When I opened them again, I was able to make out furniture inside a room. The suite at the resort. Exhaling, I scanned the room, then laughed to myself. It had just been a nightmare.

As I thought about the images that had forged a place in my mind, I realized they were similar to ones I’d had a long time ago. In the nightmare, I was always running through a forest, being chased by unseen monsters. The dreams had never completed in any satisfying conclusion. I doubted they ever would, visions meant to torment my shattered mind.

I threw back the covers, realizing I’d fallen asleep in my robe. Then I noticed torn off pieces of paper from the music pad I’d used to write the story notes. There were dozens of them. What the hell?

As I picked them up one by one, I was shocked, a trickle of fear skating down my spine. The words on the pages were definitely my handwriting. There were two dozen or more pages of them. Each one numbered as a reminder of which came first. Then they’d been tossed across the bed almost as a blanket.

Jesus Christ.

I only remembered writing the first page and nothing more.

What was wrong with me?

I hesitantly eased onto two feet, reaching out then yanking my hand back twice before I managed to gather all the pieces of paper. Why I was taking the time to sort them in order was beyond me, but after I did, I took a few minutes to read from one sheet to another.

The story was good. No, not just good. The damn thing was brilliantly written, beautiful in its sexual content. By the time I stopped reading, I was wet and hot, my sore nipples scraping against the robe.

Bam. Bam!

“Oh!” A gasp flew from my mouth as the sound reverberated in the room. What the hell? “Stupid girl. Someone’s at the door.” It was almost noon for God’s sake. Normal people were up, soaking in the summer sun instead of expressing their fantasies enshrouded in darkness.

I took the papers with me into the other room, placing them on the coffee table. I was shocked I hadn’t moved to my laptop. I’d only intended on using the creative side of me for a release after the two shows the day before. It was as if I’d been possessed to finish the story.

After pulling the robe tightly around me, I opened the door a crack.

“Ms. Sadler? I have a delivery for you.”

The bellman had been the one who helped me with my things when I’d checked in. “I didn’t order anything.”

“It would seem you have a secret admirer.”

I opened the door all the way, shocked to see at least three dozen of the most gorgeous roses I’d ever seen in my life. The color combination was a spray of orange, lemon, and crimson. “Oh, my goodness. Those are gorgeous.” I allowed him inside, trying to remember where I’d left my purse.

“Where would you like them?”

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