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always made sure to be there on the stairs when he’d arrived and when he’d left. Each time, she’d hold her breath, waiting for that brief moment when they’d make eye contact. He’d never once disappointed her.
    How innocent she’d been. How silly. Who would’ve guessed eight years later she’d be living in that man’s sex club?
    If she’d known then that a few months later he would destroy her family and have her father sent to prison, she would’ve run back upstairs the minute she saw him and never waited for him on those stairs again.
    Shaking her head to clear her mind, Danielle admired the vaulted ceilings, crown moldings, and dramatic archways of the home, overwhelmed by its intricate design. They passed two sets of stairs as well as a vast library she wanted to explore if she got the opportunity. Nothing revealed more about a person than their books.
    Without pausing for a breath, Gracie switched from the history of the home to complaining about the snowy weather and then back to how each room was used when Benediction opened to the members at night. Something about a dungeon in the basement and fantasy rooms upstairs. From her description, the mansion sounded more like a castle.
    As Gracie led her into the kitchen, Danielle’s stomach cramped from nerves and hunger. Other than that chocolate, she hadn’t eaten a bite since last night’s dinner, too worried about Tasha and what to expect at a sex club. Guess now that she’d experienced both pleasure and punishment, her appetite had returned.
    She spotted a bowl of fruit, and while Gracie went over the open kitchen policy, Danielle nabbed a red apple to take up to her room. It wasn’t much, but she didn’t think she could manage anything more.
    A silence befell the room.
    Gracie stared at her expectantly. “You don’t talk much, do you?” she asked. She didn’t pause before answering her own question. “No, you’re shy. I can tell. I’m a people person. An extrovert. I have a habit of talking too much and too fast, so I end up wearing a gag most of the time in the dungeon. Otherwise, the Masters will fill my mouth with their cocks. That works as well as a gag, and they seem to enjoy it more. Apparently, even in sub-space I can be quite chatty. Although I never shut up, I’m a surprisingly great secret-keeper. You could tickle torture me, and I still wouldn’t give up a secret. You’re obviously an introvert. I bet you like to read.” She snatched a banana from the fruit bowl, peeled it, and took a bite. “What do you like to read?”
    Danielle remained silent, unsure of whether Gracie actually wanted an answer. She did love to read, having spent most of her adolescence with her nose in a book and later, with her e-reader. Her novels took her away from the reality of being a painfully awkward, overweight child to the ballrooms of regency England, where the wallflowers married the handsome dukes, and to modern-day America, where tormented vampires fell in love with plain mortal women.
    Sure enough, Gracie pursed her lips, then answered her own question. “Romance, right?” At Danielle’s nod in confirmation, she continued. “I like the kinky books myself, especially the ménage ones. You know what I say: The more, the merrier.” She giggled. “I’ll let you in on a secret. Reality?” She grabbed Danielle’s hand and squeezed as if they were best friends. “So much better than fiction.”
    To hide her shock, Danielle bit into her apple and took her time chewing as Gracie led her up a staircase at the back of the kitchen. Then again, who was she to judge? Hadn’t she just allowed Adrian between her legs as Cole held her? Maybe it hadn’t been a true ménage, but it certainly fell into what most people would consider kinky.
    Besides, unlike the snobby girls she’d grown up with in Arizona, Gracie