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with him at the Mardi Gras party? She assumed Tyler was gay, given what he’d said about how he was injured.
    But the sight of them together wasn’t repelling. No. If anything, it was alluring. They were both handsome, strong men, and seeing them in such an affectionate embrace made her burn with an unknown longing. Out of nowhere the image of the two men kissing flooded her mind. It would be hard and tender, a show of strength tempered by passion. Tyler only had to turn his head for it to happen.
    What am I thinking?
    Abruptly she cleared her throat and spoke to Seth. “How can we get him to my car?”
    He opened his eyes, his hard stare daring her to contradict him. “We’ll take mine. It’s closer.”
    For some obstinate reason, she wanted to argue but didn’t. “Fine. Where is it?”
    “In the parking garage. The elevator goes straight there.”
    Tyler grunted and pushed away from Seth to straighten. Tyler clenched the other man’s hips and swayed slightly before steadying. His harsh breaths cut through the room, slowly easing as he got the pain under control. Sweat glistened on his back from the effort and highlighted the damage with a shiny gloss that had to sting the fresh wounds.
    With his head tipped forward, his dark hair hung limp across his forehead and Allie took a half step forward to brush it away before she realized what she doing. She quickly fisted her hand at her side, her gaze skirting to Seth.
    He watched her, his brown eyes missing nothing. A knowing smile curved over his lips before he turned his attention back to Tyler.
    Danged frustrating man. She couldn’t let him get to her. She grabbed her briefcase and focused on the tasks. “Can you walk, Tyler?”
    Seth’s quick glance in her direction was his only giveaway that he’d caught the name difference. It was petty but made her smile.
    “Yes,” Tyler answered, the confirmation breathy but firm.
    Seth eased Tyler’s arm over his shoulder, keeping his touch away from Tyler’s injured back. Together, the two shuffled forward, Tyler wincing with each step.
    Allie hurried to get the door. Despite Tyler being a few inches shorter than Seth, they were both at least six feet tall. They made her feel small, which didn’t happen often. Not because she was extremely tall, but because she made it a habit to avoid situations where she’d feel that way.
    Their similarities ended at their height though. Seth was all broad muscle, hard features and firm command, where Tyler was lean strength with full lips, boyish good looks and brash defiance.
    Given their apparent closeness, Allie concluded that Seth was either manipulating Tyler to keep him from suing the club or had honest intentions toward the man. Why else would Seth be so intimate? Concern she could understand, even expect. But what she saw—sensed—went beyond that. It was as if Seth had already claimed the injured man as his own and was putting out possessive, protective vibes in waves that dared her to interfere.
    Kendra had defended Seth, but the fact that Seth would let this happen to someone he was now treating like his sub made Allie’s blood boil. Maybe it was the way of this strange erotic world, but in her mind, it was wrong.
    She checked her anger, banking it for later and using it as a shield against the unwarranted hint of disappointment that picked at her. Her silly fantasies about Master Seth had been exactly that.
    She held the door open as the two men moved through. Her gaze tracked over Tyler’s ruined back down to the small trail of blood that eased over his ankle from under his pant leg. That—pain, degradation, abuse—was very, very far from being even remotely attractive to her. Cali and Kendra swore that the BDSM world wasn’t about that. But after seeing Tyler and knowing Kendra’s history, Allie had a hard time understanding why anyone would be interested in being whipped, spanked, flogged or whatever to achieve an orgasm.
    Hell, that was what vibrators were