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Sebastian and Nicolas stopped
her. What did she have to lose?
    Sweat trickled between her breasts as she
imagined emptying her bank account then maxing out the one credit card she
allowed herself, all in the feverish pursuit of winning big at the poker table.
    “Trust yourself,” she said out loud in an
effort to shore up her confidence. Despite what Aislinn had said about the men
here, and her own reaction to the matchmaking card, she hadn’t come looking for
either a lover or a prospective husband. She’d come to play poker, and she
believed she could hold her own at cards and conversation for an evening,
regardless of differences in lifestyle and wealth.
    She licked dry lips, parking between a Tesla
and a Bentley, the least expensive cars in the lot. She got out, invitation
clamped tightly in damp hands.
    The steps to the club’s front door felt
like walking down a long tunnel. With each one, it seemed like the roar of the
ocean behind her got louder.
    A blond stepped out just as she arrived,
his long hair unbound, his eyes a stunning green. Yesterday she would have felt
a flash of sexual interest. Today she found herself comparing him to the card
with Tielo’s face, and it was the picture that had tendrils of dark heat
curling through her like sinuous smoke escaping a dragon.
    Her breasts swelled in anticipation,
heightened by carnal fantasies of Tielo examining, suckling, liking what he
found beneath her clothes. She only barely managed to keep from fanning herself
with the invitation. Who would have guessed a picture would turn her on more
than the flesh-and-blood man actually smiling in welcome?
    “Lyra?” he asked, his voice as luscious as
he was.
    “Yes.”
    “I’m Pierce, your official escort.”
    He held the door open for her, offering an
arm once they were inside. She needed it, given the club’s opulence and the men
milling around, or more accurately, prowling Drake’s Lair.
    They came in all shades of color. Black,
brown, olive, white, though they might well have been cut from the same cloth
because they seemed more alike than different. It was impossible to miss the
dragon imagery, either on skin, jewelry or clothing.
    A laugh escaped. Next to her, Pierce
chuckled. “They are a sight, aren’t they?”
    She met eyes that made her think of
sunlight shimmering off a green ocean. “Where’s your dragon?”
    He took a laughing, dramatic step backward,
hand going to his chest. “Gods forbid I be so cursed by the Fates. I share a
fascination with fire, but I’m no dragon.”
    She shook her head, enjoying the
role-playing. Apparently everyone here got into it.
    A flutter went through her chest as it
occurred to her this might not be the only role-playing done at Drake’s Lair.
For all she knew, the back rooms held dungeons and toys and the equipment used
by BDSM participants.
    As if sensing her flash of uneasiness,
Pierce grew serious. He slid his arm through hers. “Rest assured, you are safe
here. There are rules in place.”
    The maître d’ stepped out from behind an
elegant wooden podium. His dragon symbol was embroidered on his tie, a gold and
red beast with a hint of green.
    “It’s a pleasure to welcome you to Drake’s
Lair. Your invitation, please.”
    She offered it, feeling a twinge of
disappointment. She’d imagined framing and putting it on the wall as a reminder
of this night.
    A glance around and she laughed at herself.
Gorgeous men, the smell of wealth, the sound of a roulette wheel spinning in
the background and the clink of chips—win, lose or draw, she wouldn’t forget
tonight.
    “How about dinner and easy companionship?”
Pierce asked. “And by the latter, I mean me. I’ll even share what tales I know
about any of the men who catch your interest. And if they bore you, a
possibility with dragons, given their obsession with treasure, we’ll no doubt
find something of interest to talk about.”
    “Are you the designated greeter for the
women Aislinn sends