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answered.

    He pulled me near, as if to kiss me. Stopping just short of contact, he breathed against my lips, “Let’s get out of here.”

    “Let me tell my friend I’m leaving. She’s really drunk and is going to need a cab,” I explained.

    “Does she know me?” he asked.

    “Yeah, she knows who you are.”

    He paused, as if trying to figure out how to word his question. “I mean, does she know—”

    “What you are?” I interrupted.
    He
    nodded.

    “Yes. She does,” I said simply.

    “Will she tell on you?” he asked.
    “No.”

    Stepping down from the platform, I walked to Kathryn’s table and tried to explain that I was leaving with Marco. She was very drunk and couldn’t seem to grasp what I was saying. I handed her some money. “You go back to the hotel, don’t take anyone with you, and lock the door. Understand?” She nodded, but still had a blank look on her face.

    “But … isn’t he ….?”

    “Yes,” I interrupted, “He is.”

    She looked around me at Marco. It was obvious what she was thinking. She looked him up and down like he was on a buffet and she was starving. “Oh … alright then.” I gave her a look that said this was not up for discussion. “How long will you be?” she asked.

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    I glanced back to Marco waiting patiently and let my eyes roam over all of the places I’d like to put my hands. “This might take a while,” I answered.

    We made our way back through the crowd and stepped out onto the sidewalk. I followed him to his car. We arrived at his hotel and wasted no time getting to his room.
    There was a straight backed chair in the corner which looked perfect for what I had in mind. I stood the chair in the middle of the room and indicated that he should have a seat. Marco looked very pleased with the way the evening was turning out. I pressed him back into the chair as I straddled his waist. The sound of our leather pants creaking together turned me on.

    “I’m not really into one night stands,” I said.

    “I was planning to keep in touch.”

    “Why bother? You’re already having me followed.”

    “You can’t pretend not to feel what I felt when we danced.” He paused. “And I’m not talking about a hard on. Say what you will, but we’ll never be here again … this exact place, with this precise opportunity.”

    “So, you’d like to screw my brains out, then get to know me?”

    “Something like that.”

    I could no longer control my urge to touch him. I ran my hands along the taut muscles of his arms as I kissed him. His skin felt hot, almost fevered beneath my touch.
    I could feel his hands on my thighs, caressing me through the leather. I ran my hands underneath the short sleeves of his shirt so I could grip his shoulders. Ever so gently, I ground my hips against him. He growled in response, a deep, primitive sound. What I felt for Marco was raw, animal.

    “Fuck,” I whispered as I drew back.

    “I was getting to that,” he said.

    I got up and walked over to the small purse I’d carried with me that evening and took out two sets of handcuffs. I saw the surprised smile on his face as I turned around.
    One set of cuffs was connected by a long chain. Marco sat quietly as I cuffed his legs together, and cuffed his hands through the bars on the back of the chair. Once I’d sufficiently subdued him, I took a seat, again straddling his lap.

    “Did you try to have me killed?” I asked.

    He didn’t seem to immediately follow the change in subject.

    “Huh?” He struggled briefly. “These cuffs are silver,” he looked angry.

    “Yes, they are, very observant of you.”

    “Do you always carry silver handcuffs in your purse?” he growled.

    Leaning into him, I decided to take a page from Alfred’s book as I whispered,
    “This is not my first time.” To my surprise, he laughed. He was trying to appear calm, but I knew better. I wasn’t sure how much he knew about me or my psychic ability.
    However,