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lets me out. We walk to the elevator together and ride it in silence. When it opens on the thirteenth floor I get out, but he doesn’t come with me.
    I look back at him, a question on my face.
    “Just be yourself, Cadence. It’s what drew him to you.”
    The elevator doors close. I stand there a moment, surprised by the comment.
    Be myself?
    Just this morning I pondered what that would be like. It was along the lines of being bait, but still. I have no idea who I am, other than a hooker.
    Sure , I have dreams. Desires.
    Who the fuck knows , I think and sigh.
    I reach the door and use the keycard and open it.
    “Zane,” I call. He isn’t in the kitchen area or the living room either. The curtains are pulled back though, and I can’t help but admire the view. It dawns on me that this suite is an exact replica of John Cruze’s, only everything is flipped.
    I move to the windows. It’s dusk and the setting sun is sending its last rays shimmering across the water. It’s breathtaking.
    And for some reason that makes me sad.
    Strong arms circle my waist. I lean against him, no fight left in me. He presses the side of his face against my head and kisses my hair. “I’ve made you a bath,” he says softly. “Come with me.”
    He takes my hand and gently pulls me into the bedroom. I let him remove my clothes. The bathroom is filled with the scent of lavender. The smell immediately relaxes me.
    Zane helps me step into the gigantic tub. The water is warm. The jets are on and bubbles caress the surface. I sit against one of the jets and let it gently pound on my lower back.
    He dims the lights. “Enjoy.” Then he closes the door and is gone.
    Tension I didn’t know I had immediately leaves my shoulders. I lean back and rest my head against a white towel, take a deep breath and close my eyes.
    The day 's events pummel my mind and, try as I might, I can’t make them go away. The moment with John was so fucking hot. I think part of the turn on was the fact that there were others watching. I don’t know what that says about me as a person, but I liked the idea that someone might know what we were actually doing.
    The look on Zane’s face afterward is one I’ll never forget. It was a combination of anger, jealousy, and , I now realize, pain.
    I hurt his feelings.
    That probably pissed him off more than anything.
    But he said he’d hurt my brother… "make him suffer" were the words he used. More than anything, I need more information. I want to know what Zane knows.

 
     
    Chapter 7
     
    There’s a soft knock on the door. I open my eyes and watch Zane come into the bathroom. He’s naked , his perfectly toned body shadowed against the dim lights.
    “Mind if I join you?”
    “Do I have a choice?” I ask softly.
    Zane stops and looks at me , his face expressionless. “You always have a choice. I thought you chose to be with me for six months. If you’ve changed your mind, we can talk about that.” He takes a step forward. “As for this moment, if you’d rather me not join you, then I can leave.”
    A part of me wants to tell him to get the fuck out. But it’s a very small part. The rest of me is already singing praises to what it knows he can do to my body , the ways he makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.
    That part wins out. “I want you, Zane.”
    His expression darkens, turns lustful. I realize I know nothing about this man. At that moment, I determine to really get to know him.
    Zane steps into the tub. When he’s seated he pulls me over and turns me so my body rests against his. His cock hardens and I feel it pushing against my lower back.
    I rest my head against his shoulder.
    “I want you. All of you,” Zane whispers. His breath against my hair and his words in my ear make my body tingle. Goosebumps tighten my flesh and I press my body against his.
    After that, it’s a flurry of hunger. Need, even. To forget. To feel.
    I turn in his arms, straddle him, and his mouth is on mine. Forceful,