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naked, door bolted but with him inside with her. She wouldn’t contemplate what he would do thereafter.
    Forcefully she pushed the door shut when Zeus growled and took a step forward. It was as if Coen were nothing more than a ghostly apparition to step through. Once she’d gotten the door closed, she slid the bolt—an honest-to-goodness bolt—into place and expelled a gush of air from her lungs. If she stayed around him too long, she knew the man was going to drive her insane. Which was probably his intention.
    She sagged against the door, allowing her body to calm from the hyperarousal of imminent danger, and looked around the bathroom. This one room was almost as big as her studio and way more luxurious. It was like a spa room at one of those resorts she could never afford to go to. The walls were avocado green, the floors were limestone, and the cream claw-foot tub was huge, as well as the circular, glass-encased shower that had large showerheads that could spew water from front, back, and above. There was a sauna area and… What the hell did a bunch of testosterone-fed muscle need with all this luxury? She imagined they’d be more comfortable with a bucket of cold water and scouring pads.
    She pushed away from the door and headed for the changing area sectioned off by a planked wall of Brazilian wood. Inside there was a bench made with the same wood, upon which a pair of black loose yoga pants and a spaghetti-strapped T-shirt were folded next to a pair of black flip-flops. There was a built-in closet, where four soft, thick white robes hung on one side and on the other was a four-shelved cabinet that held cream-colored towels of various sizes.
    Sabrina quickly undressed, dropping her bloody clothes in the large, white linen-lined wicker hamper, which already held Zeus’s bloody clothes and used towels. Grabbing both a large and small towel of her own, she streaked her naked ass over to the shower as if a treasure of gold waited for her inside. She turned the faucet and discovered the feel of the hot water was better than gold. This was heaven.
    She took her time cleaning her body and face, the water falling from above reminding her of those summer storms in Louisiana that drenched you in three minutes and then moved on. She wanted to dance and laugh out loud she felt so refreshed. It was as if her soul had, just for a few minutes, escaped the shields she’d reinforced around it.
    There was a loud banging at the door, and she jumped.
    Her time was up. A brief moment of heaven before having to trudge back through hell.
    She dried herself, taking special care to dry the moonstone pendant hanging from her neck, and tiptoed to the counter that held an assortment of male and female grooming items. She lotioned her body and pulled out a brand-new toothbrush still covered in thin plastic from a small glass container filled with new toothbrushes. As she brushed her teeth, she took a second to look at the bruising on her face. Though it looked raw as hell, her eye shouldn’t swell shut too much. She shrugged. She would heal. She might have a few more scars to show for it, but her body always healed.
    Dressed in the yoga pants and formfitting T-shirt, she unbolted the door and opened it. Zeus stood there, more overwhelming than the actual Greek god ever could have been.
    He reached out and ran his thumb over her exposed collarbone. She shuddered, not willing to explore if it was in fear, revulsion, or something else.
    “Missed a drop,” he said.
    She was sure she hadn’t. “Where’s Coen?”
    “Right here,” a voice said from the side. “He didn’t want me to see you, just in case you weren’t fully dressed.”
    “How…um, chivalrous.” It sounded crazy saying it, but what she had seen of Zeus so far, it was probably as close to the behavior as he was ever going to get.
    “I really want to fuck you,” he said, stepping forward and gripping her around the back of her neck. Her eyes grew big as she reached up