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“You’re going to seriously let me go?”
    “Yes.”
    “And give me the check?”
    “Yes,” he responded again. “But you’re going to go home and think about this place and me and the scenario you want to create for the second floor.”
    The voyeurism. “I don’t have that kind of imagination.”
    “Sure you do. I’ll bet by tomorrow morning, you’ll have all sorts of ideas about what you’d like to see.”
    From the corner of her eye, she noticed Sienna’s groupie heading for a shower stall. “It won’t involve vampires.”
    “But it will involve somebody.”
    “I didn’t mean it like that. You’re tripping me up.”
    “So I am. Come on. I’ll take you out of here.”
    Once they were in the hallway with the blood bank door securely closed, he handed her the check.
    She didn’t thank him, but he obviously didn’t expect her to. The strings he’d attached to the money were tugging hard and deep.
    When she got home that night, she stripped off her clothes, climbed into bed, and pressed a pillow between her legs, with Noah and his club swirling in her mind.
     
     
     
    The following afternoon, Jenny worked her butt off, and she enjoyed it. She’d always thrived on running the rescue, but today she felt an exhilarating sense of freedom to go along with it. This place was hers to keep. No more worries about losing Big Cat Canyon.
    Her only concern was Noah. She couldn’t stop obsessing about him. She’d even fantasized about the voyeurism scenario, just as he’d said she would. But if she knew what was good for her, she would never return to his club. She would never see him again or talk to him or—
    Her cell phone rang and she checked the screen.
    It was Noah.
    She struggled to ignore his summons, or better yet to push the “End Call” button, but she did neither. Within seconds, mere seconds , she lost the battle and answered with a customary, “Hello?”
    “Sweet Jenny,” came his reply. “Where are you?”
    Her heart clamored to her throat. “Alone in my office.”
    “I’m alone in my apartment.”
    At this midday hour, she pictured him the way he looked without the special effects. But he was wild either way, and his seduction ran deep.
    “Have you been thinking about me?” he asked.
    Lying seemed futile. “Yes.”
    “I’ve been thinking about you, too.” A shot of silence; then, “What about the voyeurism scene? Any ideas about what you’d like to see?”
    She should hang up now, before she went too far, but she tumbled further into his seductive trap. “Yes.”
    “Tell me.”
    She gazed out the blinds of a small paned window, where daylight scattered in front of her eyes. “A couple.”
    “What sort of couple?”
    “I’ve been imagining specific people.” She’d actually based her fantasy around real-life lovers. “The man with the tattoo and his groupie.”
    A smile sounded in Noah’s voice. “Oh, that’s good. They like being watched. I’m sure they’d be glad to perform in a private setting for us. So . . . what would you like to see them do?”
    “I—” She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
    “Don’t be shy. Just tell me whatever it is.”
    “I want—” She stalled again.
    “You want what?” he pressed.
    She didn’t answer.
    He persisted. “Jenny?”
    She blurted it out. “I want to see her do to him what she was doing in the Shifter Bar.”
    “You want to watch her give him head?”
    Her heartbeat tripled. “Yes.”
    “How do you want it to play out?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “What sorts of details have you envisioned? Do you want him to be fully naked? Half-clothed? Should he be standing? Sitting? Should she be kneeling in front of him? Or would you rather have both of them in bed, with him straddling her face? There are lots of ways it could happen.”
    Jenny squeezed her thighs together. She was getting warm down there. Far too warm. “I pictured him sitting in a chair beside the bed, with his jeans undone and his legs