He wanted to hate her, but how could he? He felt protective of the naïve young woman.
When Janie is sent to live among the Sioux, she is met by a proud native, as well as his sarcastic remarks and smirky grin. She wants to hate him, but she needs him to survive on the reservation, where life is filled with hardship. Beneath the hard exterior and demeaning words of the proud man lies a warrior with a heart of gold, but he will never allow the privileged young white woman to know the truth about him, or let down his guard in her presence, no matter how much she needs or wants him. He has other intentions.
“You want me to leave, don’t you? You have done nothing but give me a hard time since I got here, with your paleface comments, your smirky grins, your blame, and your backward thinking that I can’t do anything. You are a male chauvinist pig!” Janie could see him clench and unclench his fists and she knew she had gotten to him.
He turned around, pulled her to him, and locked his legs around hers. He placed his strong hands on her face and bent her head back. “You have no idea what I am thinking.”
She stared at him, her face smooshed between his warm brown hands. He towered over her and she felt as if she were shrinking by the second. The blue eyes that stared up at him were kind with their sparkle and their naïve brilliance, and he wished he could build a protective shield around her and keep her for his own.
“What… what is it now, Janie?”
“My face is squished.”
He wrapped her long brown hair around one hand and gently kissed her parted lips. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it had, and he didn’t want to stop. He kissed her with passion, and in a way that was new to young Janie. He couldn’t get enough of the woman whose skin was as white as snow. When he felt the slender arms on his back, he held her closer. When he finally found the strength to pry his lips from hers, he held her to his chest and kissed her neck.
Janie turned her head to breathe, and thought about how she had watched him sleeping earlier that day when she stopped at the door to his room. He had worn absolutely nothing, with no blanket covering any part of him. He was perfect… all of him. His chest was broad, his stomach like a washboard, his legs as thick as tree trunks, and what lay between them was meant to be hers and no one else’s. She had tiptoed quietly by, wishing she were not a virgin.
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Loving (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 5)
A BDSM Erotic Romance
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LOVING is Book 5, and the EXCITING CONCLUSION,
of the MASKED EMOTIONS series.
Enzio is determined to find Joslin’s killer and bring him to justice, but Enzio’s title as Grand Master of the Master’s Society is on the line, and the Coronation is coming up. Doms from all over the world will be vying for the title, doing their best to take down the young masked Dom.
While Enzio is away, Lana begins to doubt that she can be a part of his lifestyle. This is who he is, but what about her? Is it a game to her, a hobby, or is it a part of her, too?
The second the bartender placed the shot glass filled with rum in front of him, Enzio just stared at it, thinking about everything that had happened in the past month and a half. “Are you going to drink it this time, buddy?” the bartender asked sarcastically, but Enzio ignored him. He stared at the glass and continued to think about Joslin’s death, blaming himself for being too slow, for not convincing her to stay at the loft, for not… keeping his promise that he would protect her. He placed his hand on the glass and stared at it. Since Joslin’s death, he had been engulfed in rage. He hated who he had become. Lana, on the other hand, had been perfect. She had been spending almost all of her free time with Sarah, feeding her, singing to her, and yet he hadn’t been able to be in the same room as his little girl for longer than a minute before he had a flashback of that fateful night. He knew he should be a father to his newborn, but he couldn’t see beyond his constant anger.
He placed the glass back down and stared at it, trying his best to ease himself from the constant building stress. “Hey, you.” He looked over as Rachel sat down beside him. She took the glass and drank it in a second. “Barkeep, another one please,” she yelled, before looking back at Enzio. “It’s been a month since she died and you haven’t once held your daughter,” she complained, “You haven’t once spent any real time with Lana, and sex doesn’t count, and you’re constantly angry.” She raised the glass and drank it. “The Coronation is in a month and you are not ready. You are competing to get your seat back and you are the Master of Ceremonies. You need to get your head in order.”
“I CAN’T!” he shouted, causing the people in the bar to look at him.
Rachel rested her head on his shoulders. “Enzio, no one can change what happened last month. You’ve been angry and it’s understandable. But you have to think about Lana and your daughter. Right now Lana is in the loft, and how do you think she feels? You don’t talk to her and when you do, you yell at her.” She placed her hand over his. “Enzio, you’ve got her, but at this rate, you will lose her.”
Darla stood in front of the mirror, hating the way she looked. Since being Marcus’s Sub, she had lost ten pounds, but she wished it was more. Yet he didn’t seem to mind. He kept telling her how beautiful, desirable, and sexy she was. But she felt disgusting, too disgusting to be with him. Marcus approached her from behind, wrapped his arms around her and deeply inhaled her hair. “You are beautiful, you know that, right?” Her bottom lip began to tremble as her eyes watered. He noticed her change in demeanor and slowly turned her around. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Mar… Marcus, do you really find me attractive?” Her voice shook, causing him to look at her strangely.
“Of course I find you attractive.”
“You’re not just saying that?” She shoved herself back and wrapped her arms around her body. “Look at me. I’m fat and I’m not that pretty, so how could you…”
Marcus took a step forward and forced her to look at him. “I am looking at you and I see a beautiful woman with an angelic face, full lips, a very bouncy ass, and plenty to hold on to.” He kissed her before slowly backing her toward the bed. “Let me remind you how desirable you really are.” He pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs apart.
“Darla, can I?”
She looked directly into his eyes. “Yes Marcus, please.”
He stood up and slowly removed his pants. It was the first time she had ever seen him before. She had felt him on several occasions, and what she knew was that he was thick. When she saw the real thing, she froze at the sight and actually thought about telling him to put it back in his pants.
“I love you, Darla,” he gasped as he entered her slowly.
“Mistress Lana, I am proof that you can have it all in this lifestyle. However, it’s not for everyone.”
Lana had no response.
“The Master’s Society has a dark past, but we believe that Enzio is the man who can bring our Society to the next generation. Unlike the other young Masters, he has retained the belief and the knowledge of his peers, and perhaps his bloodline will guide our Society forward.”
Lana did not reply.
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Cowboy, Until You
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Accustomed to the finer things that her daddy’s money can buy, Anya reluctantly agrees to a year on the family ranch, a rite of passage for heirs of the Brandywine fortune. Expecting to be met by a driver in a limousine, she sees a pickup truck covered with dried mud. The dirty vehicle reeks of manure, but one look at the sexy cowboy whose hands are on the wheel of the aromatic vehicle and Anya decides that a year away from the city may not be so bad.
When Anya first arrived at the Brandywine Ranch, it was Dylan who was assigned to show and teach her all aspects of a working ranch. He had volunteered for the job, a little too eagerly, once he had seen a photograph of the Brandywine princess. Anya was beautiful, with long flowing locks of auburn hair and bright blue eyes. But Dylan had no interest in anyone as young as Anya. He was in his mid thirties, and a twenty-two year old woman from the city was not part of his life plan. He preferred women of the region who knew how hard life on a ranch could be. He was ready to settle down, but a spoiled little rich girl was not wife material to a man like him.
Anya arrived in a frilly bright sundress and white open toed sandals, and Dylan tried not to laugh when she attempted to wipe the dirt off the seat of his truck. She finally gave up and sat down carefully, crossing her legs and holding her purse in her lap.
Dylan opened the door to his Montana home and waved Anya inside. She stepped inside and looked around for the woman with whom she was supposed to live.
“Where is Debbie?”
“Change of plans, I’m afraid. Debbie is home with her newborn baby.”
“I have to stay here alone?”
“Nah. I’ll be here.”
Anya backed away as if she had been threatened with a gun to her head.
“Honey, there are two bedrooms, and I’ll be out of here in the morning before your pretty blue eyes see the light of day.”
Anya managed a slight smile, but she stood as still as a statue as Dylan brought her bags inside and placed them in the front bedroom.
“All set. My room is way back there.” He pointed toward the back of the cabin past the kitchen.
As soon as Dylan turned his back, Anya scampered to the little room and closed the door.
The first morning on the ranch Anya was awakened at 5:00 in the morning, which was in stark contrast to her usual 10:00 in the morning. She looked at Dylan through half opened eyes. “Are you crazy?”
“Nope. I will see you outside in ten minutes.”
Anya placed her feet on the cold floor. “It’s dark outside,” she whined, but Dylan was already gone.
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Baby, I’m a Beast
A Paranormal Romance
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Wray’s family had always been different from that of her friends. She lived with her uncle who loved to party, and a housekeeper who was nothing short of a drill sergeant. Her life was anything but conventional, but when she meets her sexy neighbor, her life becomes unbelievable even to her.
He had come to clean the pool and when he was finished, he stripped off his clothes and jumped right in. Lap after lap Wray watched as he swam from one end of the pool to the other. When he finally noticed her, the attraction was immediate and mutual. He gave her a wicked grin, his sparkling blue eyes twinkling, and kissed her as he made his way out of the pool. She groaned and giggled at each feather soft touch of his lips on her skin and ran her fingers through his short black hair. Dedicated to his sport, he wore his hair nearly to his scalp, and she wondered if perhaps years in heavily chlorinated water had caused his hair to simply give up trying. It was as sexy as hell on him, though, and Wray let her fingers ooze out over the back of his head. He was fun, but it was Wray’s neighbor that got her hot.
Mr. Ashworth appeared to be in his late forties and looked like a movie star. He was always dressed neatly in a pair of pressed trousers and a designer shirt that stretched over his muscular chest. His often unruly shock of thick auburn hair was slicked back into submission, and his piercing blue eyes were shielded from the sunlight by a pair of steel rim shades. She thought he was a normal man until the night she heard something odd. There was movement beside his big pool and something stirring in the darkness. Scrambling to the break in the hedge, she sat quietly, straining her eyes, and what she saw freaked her out.
At first she thought he was having sex with one of his beauties he would often bring home with him. She squinted for a better look, thinking that she was going to see a really hot show. It took a second or two for her to figure out that his head was at another guy’s throat, and there was nothing sexual about it. The neck was ripped open, streamers of muscle and tendon splayed out like party decorations. She didn’t remember the scream she let out because she passed out right there in the row of hedges.
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Lusting (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 4)
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LUSTING is Book 4 of the Hot New BDSM Series, Masked Emotions.
The King of S&M kicks it up a notch!
Enzio opens the New York Looking Glass to rave reviews, offering the best in the world of S&M, including the infamous Dom 241. Lana begged him to stay in Seattle, but he refused to be hurt by her again. Determined to be with him, Lana learns more about his world from one of the best Mistresses at The Looking Glass, and quickly becomes one of the best Subs in the world. She is a natural, unbreakable, which intrigues Enzio, who knows her only by her alter ego, as she wears a mask whenever she is in the club and speaks with a British accent. A show with her would be perfect for his club, so he asks Lana about her, causing Lana to become jealous of her alter ego, and she wonders if Enzio felt the same when she desired the demanding hands of Dom 241.
“Who’s your new Dom or Master? Maybe I know him.”
“Actually, it’s a Mistress,” she sighed, “And she has been teaching me a lot.”
“That’s great! Who is she?”
Lana became quiet and her mind began to race on a name. She diverted the question by saying, “Oh, you don’t know her. She’s new.”
He laughed, “Hey, have you met Trinity?”
Lana’s cheeks suddenly kissed pink like a spring rose, and the blooming color slowly turned deeper as her smile stretched further. “I’ve met her,” she said, “I swear she’s a bit anal, though. She never takes off her costume when she’s in the club.”
Lana raised an eyebrow and felt an immense jealousy building up inside her at the tone of his voice. He sounded impressed and interested.
“So what else is she like? I heard she’s unbreakable. Is it true? Who trained her? How long has she been at the club?”
The questions kept piling one after another, and Lana’s jealousy of her alter ego began to claw at her like a rat in a cage. Then she said something she instantly regretted. “She’s my Mistress.”
That set him off like a bloodhound. “SHE’S A SWITCH!” He sounded so excited, and Lana couldn’t help but smile. “I was supposed to come to Seattle in two weeks for graduation, but I might come sooner to see her at work as a Mistress.”
“Wait, what?!” she yelped, but then she heard a sudden commotion coming from the other end of the line.
“Hey Lana, I have to go. I’ll see you at the end of the week.”
The second he hung up, Lana jumped out of bed. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” She ran down the stairs and into the office to rummage through the instructional videos that Enzio had made. Just as she was about to run back upstairs, the door opened and she looked up at the woman and smiled before saying, “I need your help.”
“Please Enzio, punish me,” she whispered as she looked into his eyes. She missed being under his control. She desperately needed him, and with every breath she wanted him. “Please punish me,” she whispered again as he kissed her neck and slowly moved up to her lips. “I have toys in the nightstand by my bed.”
He took her and spun her around, wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. He leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe before lightly kissing her neck. “No toys,” he whispered. He moved down to her shoulders. “No fake names, Trinity.”
“You know?” she panted.
He pulled her to the bed as she breathed heavily.
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Laid Bare (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 3)
A BDSM Erotic Romance
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LAID BARE is Book 3 of this Smoldering BDSM Erotic Romance Series.
Get to know the King of S&M!
The Grand Mistress of the Master’s Society arrives to make sure Enzio can still perform as a Dom after allowing himself to become emotionally involved with a client, as well as feeding into a stalker’s obsession. Daring her to doubt him, with his voice low and coarse, Enzio instructs the Grand Mistress in a game he has chosen just for her, showing her a much darker Dom.
Revenge may be a dish best served cold, but Enzio serves it up hot…very hot after learning that Lana has been abused by her boyfriend, Jayce Harrison. Discovering that Jayce’s father is a member of The Looking Glass, Enzio plans a very special night with the man’s wife.
Enzio walked out of the main room of The Looking Glass and stopped short when he saw a man who looked like an aged version of Jayce. “Good evening, Mr. Harrison,” Enzio said, “or should I call you Jasper?”
“Enzio!” Jasper cheerfully spoke, “Are you a member of The Looking Glass as well?”
“Something like that,” Enzio said with a wide smile.
Jasper looked around nervously. “Martha is here as well, but she’s in one of the rooms.” Enzio raised an eyebrow. “It’s something she wanted.”
“That’s good to know,” Enzio said, smiling, wicked thoughts swirling in his mind.
After several minutes Martha came downstairs, grabbed her husband, and began kissing him deeply. Enzio watched as Jasper licked the insides of her mouth and around her lips, and he noticed the small thin line of semen inside her mouth. Enzio looked at Martha and smiled, and she immediately recognized him. She blushed, embarrassed that she was wearing only a garter belt and stockings, and whispered something to her husband.
Jasper spoke up, “Enzio, we were wondering if you could accompany us to our house so the wife can talk to you about a donation to my…campaign.”
When Enzio arrived, Jasper attempted to set a few ground rules.
“We need to discuss the conditions,” Jasper said.
“Very well,” Enzio casually spoke, “What are your conditions?”
“No kissing my wife,” Jasper growled.
Enzio smiled at him. “I’m going to f**k your wife, and I will f**k her hard. I will kiss her, and she will experience an orgasm that you have only fantasized about giving her.” He handed Jasper a digital camera, “You are going to watch and you are going to record it.” Enzio grabbed him by the chin. “That isn’t a request!” he spat.
Jasper’s wife removed her robe, and Enzio walked behind her. “Sit on the bed, face the camera and spread your legs,” he ordered, and she did as she was told.
Jasper watched as Enzio slowly undressed. His body was tight and buff, and when he dropped his pants, out sprang eight thick inches of what Jasper could only dream of giving his wife.
Enzio told Martha to face her husband as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, gently kissing her neck. Then he picked her up and slammed her onto the bed. Jasper liked what he was seeing as Enzio spread his wife’s legs and began to lick the insides of her thighs. Enzio then looked directly at the camera lens, and with a wink and a smile he drove into her hard.
When he finished, he took the camera from Jasper’s hands and focused it on Martha’s face. “Now kiss your wife,” he ordered, but Jasper hesitated. Enzio yelled, “Now!” Jasper did as commanded, and Enzio made sure that he got a nice close shot of the couple kissing. As they began to become more intimate, Enzio turned the camera toward himself and winked. He smiled as he left the room.
While he was walking down the corridor he looked out the window and saw Jayce’s sister, Karen, walking into the pool house. “Well, I did bring all of these lovely toys. Might as well put them to good use,” he thought as a wicked smile came onto his face.
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Linger (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 1)
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When Lana Matthews unexpectedly wins an evening with the top Dom at an exclusive S&M club called The Looking Glass, the elusive Dom is a beast in bed and he unleashes a primal urge deep inside her, a dark side of her that she never knew existed, and leaves her craving more of him. The unconventional props such as a wooden throne, a giant steel spider web, and a giant birdcage intrigue Lana, and she is mesmerized by the man in the mask who is eager to awaken her carnal desires.
Enzio Salazar has been Lana’s best friend since they were young, and although he confessed his love for her numerous times, she reaffirmed each time that she wanted to remain friends.
Enzio and Lana now attend the same university, but Enzio seems different, and Lana cannot figure out what has changed. When she notices a partially opened package in front of Enzio’s dorm room, curiosity gets the best of her and she takes it to her room, discovering a leather garment inside. She puts it on, noticing two metal latches. When she connects them, they become immediately locked in place, making the outfit impossible to remove. Wondering why Enzio would order such a thing, she is stunned to learn that he dabbles in S&M, and she realizes how little she actually knows about him, like where he works, or who he may be, other than her beloved Enzio.
The man known only as Dom 241 was bold, confident, unapologetic, passionate, and a beast in bed. He became the kind of lover his clients wanted. He could be selfish, distant, compassionate, and even a brute.
The Looking Glass was the best kept secret in town, an upscale house of bondage where Dom 241 was king. He knew each of his clients like the back of his hand, and there was no line he would not cross. He was always in control, and his clients yearned for his demanding touch.
Lana was no exception. She wore thigh-high black stockings, a pair of black leather underwear with a zipper over the crotch, and a tight halter top that was suffocating her breasts. She could feel him placing a collar around her neck.
“That’s a good girl,” she heard his strong voice beside her ear. “How do you like your new outfit? Tell me how it feels.”
She gasped. “It’s tight… so tight…” She felt his hand gently rub the top of her head.
“Turn around and face me,” he spoke as he gently pulled on the leash.
She was hesitant and nervous. The black leather strap was tied tightly across her eyes as she tried to maneuver her long amber hair away from her ear. She felt another pull coming from the collar around her neck, but this time there was much more force.
“I said turn around!” his voice was sterner and yet somewhat familiar.
“Yes…” she softly spoke.
“Yes, what?” he growled, pulling on the leash again.
“Yes, Master,” she gasped.
“Good, very good,” he praised.
She felt exposed, and she could feel his eyes piercing through her, examining her body. She instinctively tried to cover herself.
“Drop your arms!” he scowled, and she could hear his footsteps as he casually walked around her. “My, my, my,” he said. She could feel his hand lightly touching her hair. “That teddy outfit suits you nicely, my dear.” She felt his mask lightly touching her left ear. “Money well spent.”
She felt his lips lightly touch hers and she tried hard to kiss him, but he pushed back.
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Untouched and untainted, her carnal passion has yet to be awakened, though her desire to be taken by a man grows stronger. But there are rules. Some are hers, but most are his, and it is his rules that must be obeyed. He is the master of virgin territory.
The three girls looked on as the camera zoomed in on Rick and Suzanna. Winnie had never watched anyone have sex, but she was watching it now. She stared wide-eyed at the highly erotic scene. Rick made growling sounds as if he were a jungle animal, swaying his back and looking into the camera just above Suzanna’s head. Then he spoke, “I will be back in a week, Suzanna. You knew you couldn’t have me forever.”
“Cut,” Brad finally called, forcing Winnie back to the present.
“Good expressions, Winnie, right up until the end.”
She just stared at Brad. I wasn’t acting, that was real, she wanted to scream.
“Come on, Winnie. Brad has drinks and food for us inside. We’re not in the next scene, anyway.”
Winnie put on the outfit that was brought to her by one of Brad’s assistants and followed Fawn and Zoey into the house. When they walked inside the house, there was an entire catering outfit ready to serve them.
“Am I supposed to go to the Ridge with you and the others?”
“That’s up to you, Winnie.” Winnie brought a fresh innocence to his adult films and he knew that people would pay big bucks to see that innocence on screen. “If you want to be in my films, I would love to have you. You’re a prize, Winnie.”
“I guess I should tell you that…” Winnie looked down at her feet and played with her hair.
Brad smiled. “Are you a virgin, Winnie?”
She glanced at Mr. Collins, who continued to smile at her. “Yes.”
Brad stood and put his hands on Winnie’s arms. “Trust me, Winnie. Nothing will change that under my cameras. You will be my face and body of innocence. So what’ll it be, Winnie?”
He knew that white diamond was code for the kind of woman forbidden to a man like him, but that only fueled the fire burning deep within him. She was the one he wanted, and only he could give her what she needed. Determined to have her, he vows to lock her away from the world if that’s what it takes to keep her.
Vicki felt uneasy with a man in her house and she wanted to ask him to leave, but she also wanted to know why he had come to her house at such an odd time of the night. “Why did you come into my house?”
“Curiosity, I suppose. I watched you move in and I know you live here alone.” His eyes seemed to become darker as he flashed his white teeth in a wide smile.
“What do you want from me?”
“Ah, the pretty white princess is just like all the rest, is she?”
“No, and I’m not a princess. I’m divorced and I have a low paying job.” Vicki bit her lip. She should never have admitted that she was divorced. Now he knew that she was truly alone.
“You don’t say? I see that you’ve discovered the dark secret of the neighborhood.” Vicki gave him a quizzical look. Wilson held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll show you.
Wilson’s house was filled with beautiful artwork and ancient relics. “Passed down through the generations,” he answered to her unasked question.
“You have nice things.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I didn’t mean it that way. Is this what you wanted to show me?”
“No.” He led her to the very back of the house and opened a door that Vicki assumed led to the basement. Instead, it opened to a room with thick cement walls.
Vicki spun around. “This is just…”
“Like the one in your house?”
Vicki nodded her head in disbelief.
Wilson gently touched her chin and startled her. “Hey, I didn’t mean to bring you down. It is what it is.”
Vicki looked up into big dark eyes as she fought back tears. She blinked several times and then she felt the strong arms wrap around her. Her eyes met the man’s waist and she slowly wrapped her slender arms around him. His skin was smooth and warm and Vicki didn’t want to let go. Her husband had never held her like this. “How do you do it?” Her words were mumbled, but Wilson had heard them.
Wilson took a deep breath. “What choice do I have?”
Vicki shook her head against Wilson’s chest. He stroked her long blonde hair, running the silky strands through his fingers. Vicki slowly looked up again, and Wilson lowered his lips to hers. It was the first time a man had wanted her in a long time and it felt good, too good, and Vicki opened her mouth to receive him. She kissed him as she would a lover, pressing her body to him and standing on tiptoe to give him more. She could feel him grow hard against her and she wanted to feel him deep inside of her.
Wilson pulled back and looked into her eyes, questioning her. “What do you want from me, Vicki?”
“I want you,” she whispered.
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As a submissive, Kara meets a wealthy and charming older man whose motives are kept hidden from her, Jenna will do anything for the prized award of a beautiful necklace made of the rarest seashells on the planet, and Heidi is lured into the private hospital of Dr. Harrison, a man from her past.
There was a smile on Harrison’s face when Heidi entered the room. His back was to her, but he had caught the scent of her perfume earlier when he walked past her in the lobby.
“Have a seat, Heidi,” he said in a deep baritone that Heidi thought sounded familiar, but it was a voice she couldn’t place.
“I have a resume.”
With his hands in his pockets and continuing to stare out the window, Harrison said, “That won’t be necessary.”
“What do you mean? Has the job been filled?”
Harrison turned toward her and it was then that she remembered the profile. Her blood froze in her veins as he turned to face her. It all came back in a flash of lightning. The dark eyes, the face that could show kindness or cruelty depending upon the man’s many moods, the lips that were thick and soft when the two of them had kissed years ago, and the slender body that had filled out somewhat to form the broad physique of a grown man. He was sexy in a raw, edgy sort of way, but the desire to be refined had never been a part of him, though he craved respect.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” The smirk on his face would be forever etched on her mind.
“I didn’t know you…”
“You didn’t know I was in charge of this enterprise, did you?”
“No. It doesn’t seem to fit you.”
“I could say the same for you. You didn’t seem like the Florence Nightengale type when I knew you.”
“People change, Harrison.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Heidi.”
“And you’re an expert on human behavior?”
“Growing up with an alcoholic father and a mother who enabled his…well…behavior makes me an expert on a lot of things.”
Heidi looked down at the floor. She remembered well the many moods of Harrison’s father. He could vacillate between happy and angry faster than anyone she knew. She couldn’t remember the number of times she had witnessed the beatings Harrison received at the hands of his father. She shook her head as if to rid her mind of the memories.
“How did you hear of us?”
“There was an ad in the newspaper.”
“Ah, yes, the trusty pied piper. You may have noticed that I didn’t advertise on-line. The internet is so impersonal, and it brings out the worst of human behavior, wouldn’t you agree? Tucked away up here, no one questions my motives because few know this place exists. But the job is yours if you want it.”
Heidi tried to see behind the deep set eyes of her long ago beloved, but in his eyes she saw nothing but darkness. There was little emotion behind them, as was his intention. Years of abuse had instilled in him a stoicism rarely seen.
“What would I do here?”
“You will attend to the subjects, or patients, while I carry on my research.”
“Are the patients part of a drug study?”
“Just do as you’re told, Heidi. You should be good at taking orders.”
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