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had thrown her out and no way was she going to wear any of what she did have on the subway from where she lived. So she decided to go with the sultry trench coat look. The belt tied around her waist keeping it secured while the pushup bra created titillating peaks of her cleavage from under its lapel and her thighs would show as she walked. All paired up with a pair of expensive designer Versace suede ankle boots with the hidden platform and chunky heels. Okay so she should have felt ultra devilish and sexy right now, but the truth was right now she was on the subway in downtown Manhattan and she felt like a target instead. She was certain the man staring at her was very aware she had nothing on underneath her coat.
     She had gotten a call from TL Security earlier to schedule her body guard to pick her up, but she refused. She couldn’t risk having a limo pull up in front of the projects and signal her out. So she was given instructions on how to get to their office where she would be taken to the event from there. But they were out in North New Hyde Park and a taxi cab there would take up what little spending money she had to spare so she skipped that part too and was taking the train across town to the hotel where the event was taking place. They could find her there right? Then everything would be okay.
    She felt the buzz of her PDA and pulled it out.
    “Miss Dumas?”
    “Yes.” She tried to contain the nervous tremble she felt inside.
    “This is TL Securities, did you get held up? We’ve been waiting for you; you’ll miss your red carpet appearance.” The man on the other end had a deep willful voice, rich and flavorful like dark chocolate. She’d have to remember that analogy.
    “No. I was running late so I decided to take the train, I should be at the hotel shortly.”
    “Miss Dumas—” the man’s tone shifting to something a little more possessive, and she heard fingers snapping in the back ground. “Heiress Quinneth contracted us to look after you and it’s in our specifications to escort you safely through the welcoming crowd onto the premises. Now I insist you stop at the next station and get off and wait for us to pick you up.”
    “Okay.” She had agreed and hung up. But as soon as the subway pulled into the next station, she spied the small gang hanging around, ogling rudely at the women on the platform waiting for the train to come to a stop. They bullied the young and elderly men, taunting everyone who waited there. Her eyes fell back down to the coat that scantily covered her and felt the blood leave her paled. She froze. Her feet wouldn’t work. The doors opened and closed without even a budge from her and the train pulled away just as one of the gang members turned to blow her a kiss and grab his crotch in sequence.
    Katianna squeezed her eyes shut. Wishing it away, but she knew better. Images of a time when she was younger and she’d gone out in a canoe with a friend, a speeding boat had swamped them and they landed right in the frenzy of young feeding Bull sharks. She remembered her friend struggling to get her on top of the canoe. One of the sharks nipped his ankle before he could climb up. The bite only required a few stitches, but at the time it bled enough that the sharks never left, circling around them for hours till his father came looking for them, when they failed to come home. She remembered how she had clung to him for dear life, she had closed her eyes then, trying to wish the danger away she was so frightened. She’d never been so scared in all her life. Now she never stopped.
    She never went canoeing again after that, so what the hell was she doing still in New York treading water filled with sharks? She didn’t even have anyone to cling to here, to hang on to for dear life.
    Oh god she was a nervous wreck, she would die of absolute fright if someone were to jump out and say boo right now.
    But by not getting off at the station it saved her from having to explain why she