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Damien.
     
    That’s why they’re never going to find out. Her hands tightened even more about the steering wheel as the car shot
down the tree-lined road. And it’s never going to happen again.
     
    Sasha drove, not caring where she was going as her mind
careened from one thought, one memory, to the next. Memories of being in
Damien’s arms. The party last night when he had been so solicitous, bringing
her glass after glass of champagne.
     
    It was his fault. He had intentionally set out to
seduce her, getting her drunk so he could have a young piece of tail to keep
him from being too bored at the party. Fuck him!
     
    But even as the poisonous though shot through her, she
remembered the feel of his body from the night before, his incredible power and
control over her, the way he had made her body explode with pleasure again and
again. She shifted against the seat, and winced at the tenderness between her
legs. It had felt too incredible to have him inside her, over her. But that
didn’t matter, she swore. It didn’t matter at all.

Chapter Six
     
    Damien’s bed had been warm. Sasha could not get that
thought out of her head as she made her way from the parking lot of her
apartment to her little studio with her own bed. Her cold bed. With each
step away from the car, away from him, she remembered the look on his face as
she had run away from him. Disappointment. Resignation.
     
    At her apartment door, Sasha fumbled at the lock with her
keys while clutching her shoes against her chest with one hand. But her hands
were still trembling in reaction to her morning encounter with Damien Taylor,
even after what should have been a calming drive home. The keys fell to the
ground, playing across the welcome mat the previous tenant had left behind. She
cursed softly and bent to retrieve them. Her shoulder bumped into the door. It
creaked open.
     
    What the hell?
     
    She grabbed her keys and straightened in a sudden panic,
her mouth going dry as she thought of all the possibilities of what could have
happened in her apartment. A burglar. Someone waiting inside to kill or rape
her. A rabid raccoon. Staring inside the sunlit studio through the door left
slightly ajar, she reached across her body for the strap of the purse normally
there. She blinked and looked down.
     
    Dammit!
     
    No purse. No phone. No one to call for help. She must
have left her purse at Damien's house, probably on his bedroom floor along with
her damn pride. She tightened her hands around her keys, looking left and then
right. It was early. Barely seven in the morning. Her apartment complex was a
ghost-town this early on a Sunday, the walkways between the one-story bungalows
empty of life except for a few feral cats prowling the lawns for food and each
other. Everything was probably all right anyway. She was just worrying too
much. Sasha swallowed.
     
    I probably forgot to lock the door in the excitement
of winning the Derby and being invited to Damien's party.
     
    She slowly pushed open the door and crept in, excepting
the worst. But everything was just as she left it. Her small jewelry case on
top of the dresser where she kept the few valuable pieces she owned. The small
flat screen she'd splurged on a few years ago was still attached to the wall.
Nothing was ransacked. Everything was as she had left it the night before.
     
    Yeah, I probably just forgot to lock it last night.
     
    She closed the door behind her, leaning against it in
relief. She closed her eyes and, for a moment, a picture of Damien flashed
across her mind. In his bed, naked, his mouth and cock ready for her kisses.
Her eyes snapped open. No. No. No. Annoyed with herself, she turned and locked
the door, dropped the keys on the hook, put her shoes neatly side-by-side to
the right of the door on the small mat with the house slippers she sometimes
wore at home.
     
    She straightened and took a deep breath. Glad that her
home was still hers and that nothing had happened to it while she