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embarrassed. She probably thinks I do this all the time. And I don’t. I’ve never fucked anyone here. But I need to get inside her as soon as fucking possible. She’s so damn indecisive I can’t give her the chance to change her mind.
    “No one’s gonna know,” I tell her, as I see her internally debating over what she should do. She should let me help her get this edge off. That’s what she should do.
    “Okay.” The desperate word leaves her mouth with a primal need. She stands up and starts putting her things away, but I put my hand over hers to stop her.
    “I got it, sweetheart.” I put her shit in her tote as quick as I can and grip the straps in one hand. With my other hand, I take her hand in mine and pull her closer to me as I walk her to the back. I don’t look around as we walk, and I’m glad she isn’t looking around either. The guys may see, but they won’t know for sure what I’m up to. Even if they do, they'd better not say a damn word to her. I won’t let her regret this.

Chapter 3: Elle
    I hear a loud bang , then someone yells. The sounds are faint, and distant. What the fuck happened? I try to move my arms, but someone’s holding me down. A small moan escapes from my lips. I'm so sleepy. Why am I so drowsy? I feel groggy as I turn my head slowly from side to side, and then I remember. I remember his mouth on my body. The heat between my legs makes my body want to turn and my thighs clench, but I’m pinned down. A strangled groan leaves me as I try to move my wrists, but I can’t.
    “She’s fine.” A distant, masculine voice that I don't recognize has my forehead creasing with confusion.
    “If you lay another fucking hand on her, I’ll--” He sounds so angry. Why is he so angry? I struggle to remember. Vince. His handsome face and cocky smile flash before my eyes. “I’m Vince.” I hear his words in my head. It feels like a faint memory.
    “Calm down. It had to happen, Vince. This is the better alternative. For now, this should work.” I hear a third voice as I start to feel slightly more alert, but I keep my eyes closed.
    “I didn’t fucking touch her. It’s a roofie, for Christ's sake. It was either this, or off the broad.” Roofie. That word triggers something within me, and makes me move involuntarily.
    I try to jackknife off the desk, but someone’s still holding me down. I open my eyes and focus on the man holding me down. I recognize his face. Vince. I struggle against him. His large frame towers over me as his dark eyes search my face. Betrayal hits me hard, and tears prick my eyes. He drugged me. Did he…? I can’t even finish the thought. I struggle to breathe as a sob rips through me.
    How did I get here? I’m in an office and it seems vaguely familiar. I shake my head and try to shake the sleep away. How long have I been here? I remember his face, I remember his name, I remember this room. I remember it all, but only in brief flashes. I shake my head again.
    “Vince?” I ask in a wary voice. Please let me know him at least. I need to remember something.
    “Shit, she remembers,” one voice from over my shoulder says, and then he curses under his breath.
    “She won’t remember it all. I promise you this is going to work,” the third voice sounds out with confidence. Remember what?
    I turn to my right to avoid looking at Vince. Fear washes over me like ice against my skin. Two large men stare back at me. Their tanned skin is stretched tight across their bulging muscles. One man is much less muscular compared to the other one, but he's still jacked. It's only because he's standing directly next to a guy with a truly beastly physique that he seems even a hair less intimidating than he actually is. Their dark hair and eyes make them a frightening sight. Mostly because they look back at me like I’m a threat. Again I try to move away, but Vince's grip only tightens on my wrists as his forearm digs deeper into my hip. My wrists burn as I continue to