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man gazed up at the woman spearing him. “He likes it.” Was she trying to talk herself into that statement, or was it fact?
    “Lai—I mean, Sara.”
    She ignored Mac whispering at her ear. She couldn’t look away from the scene in front of her. Not until he gentled a finger under her chin and forced her to look up into his stare.
    “Look at me. It’s okay.” He slipped his hand in hers, breaking apart the fist she’d clenched at her side. “Jesus, you’re shaking.”
    He tugged on her hand, pulling her away from the scene and dragging her toward the back of the room. The black paint covering the wall and the matching dark carpet on the floor cast such a deep shadow, one that to Laine seemed neverending. The ongoing blackness would swallow her up whole, she just knew it. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe.
    She couldn’t think.
    Not until she closed her eyes and forced herself to suck back a breath. “I’m okay,” she finally said, sounding unconvincing even to herself. “I just didn’t expect… Oh God. I’m such an idiot.”
    Her heart sank straight to her feet. Despite her apprehension, she’d been so excited, so clued in to what she truly wanted see here. But everything she saw tonight was a complete one-eighty spin from her idealistic—oh hell, her simplistic —dream.
    She hadn’t expected any of this. Where was the loving compassion she hoped to find? The searing heat between lovers? The romance she so craved? She’d been so sure she’d get a glimpse of that. She’d been so sure she’d see lovers sharing mental games of teasing, of denial. That she’d see men and women playing with touch and taste and, yes, sometimes even sound. She desperately wanted to hear those noises—the wet smack of lips, or the wispy release of a breath expelled during an uncontrolled moan.
    She didn’t expect the blood. The hisses spit out because of pain. Nor the grunts or groans or shouts these people spewed out seemingly unbidden.
    “I think I made a mistake,” she said, more to herself than to Mac.
    Mac only slid his hand over her elbow as he quietly led her past the onlookers toward the curtains and back out into the common area. When he had her in his office and steered her toward the chair to sit, that’s when he spoke. His compassion—the compassion she hoped to see in those scenes tonight—flowed from him in easy waves.
    “First things first, you didn’t make a mistake by coming here. Everyone’s expectations are different. As different as what they’re into. Don’t let what Camille and Jesse enjoy negate what you have envisioned for yourself. You’ll find it, and on some nights, you might find it here. Just not tonight.”
    Laine took another deep breath, suddenly feeling foolish. “God, I’m sorry. I know that. I guess I was just hoping…” She smiled a little as he cocked his head gently to the side and waited for her to finish.
    “For?” he prompted.
    She glanced down to her hands in her lap, then peered back up at him. “For everything. I want it all. The passion, the pleasure. To be taken care of, to be able to take care of someone else. To hand over my needs to a person who understands exactly what those are, and to recognize what it is they need in return.”
    Mac’s facial features softened.
    “Naïve, huh?”
    He cleared his throat. “Not in the least. I can’t think of a single person who doesn’t want the same thing.”
    She hoped that was true.
    “Can I get you something,” he asked. “Water? Juice?”
    She shook her head. “No. I’m fine. Really,” she added when he lifted an eyebrow. “I just need to absorb all this, let it soak in and see where I am.”
    “I understand.”
    She reached behind her on the seat for her purse and dug inside for her car keys. “Thank you so much for the tour, Jack. For showing me around.”
    He stood when she did and came around the desk. “You’re more than welcome. I hope you find what—or more to the point,