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step beside her as they made their way to the club.  When the gate opened, Mina turned to face her.
    “ No house wine this time.”
    Kat nodded.  “Got it,” she agreed.
    Mina stared at her for a minute before shaking her head. “This is a mistake,” she said.
    But Kat couldn’t let her back out now.  She grabbed the girl’s arm, pinning her with a steady gaze.
    “Mina, I’m good.  I promise.”
    The other girl rolled her eyes. “I’ve got to be out of my mind to bring you here again,” she murmured more to herself than to Kat.   “If I didn’t need the money so much…”
    “I’m not here to screw anything up for you, I promise,” Kat offered.
    Mina’s eyebrow arched.  “Really?  Come on, Kat.  I’m not a fool.  I know you’re not going in there for a little extracurricular fun.”
    Color heated Kat’s cheeks at her astute observation.
    Mina tilted her head to the side.  “Look, these are not the kind of people you want to mess with,” she warned.
    “You’re afraid of them.”
    It was a statement.  Not a question.
    “And you should be too,” Mina confirmed.
    “Mina, if you know something…”
    Mina shook her head.  “ Nothing specific, but I know the type.  Just watch yourself with them.”
    With that ominous warning, Mina led her into the Dragon’s Lair.  As soon as they were inside, Mina turned to face her. 
    “You’re on your own.”
     

Chapter 8
    Kat felt a sliver of fear race up her spine as she watched Mina disappear into the crowd.  She couldn’t say she blamed the other girl.  After all, they barely knew each other.  She couldn’t expect Mina to put herself in harm’s way for her.
    She glanced around the dimly lit room.  Several couples had already taken up residence on the plush couch to her right.  A small burgundy loveseat sat against the wall.  A man sat on it; his head angled back, his arms splayed wide.  A woman with red hair straddled his lap, her mouth buried in the curve of his neck. 
    Next to him , a blonde woman reclined back her shirt spread wide open, her full breasts on display. Kat’s mouth fell open as she noticed a man kneeling on the floor before the woman, his head wedged firmly between her open thighs.  His fingers dug into her hips.  Another woman sat to the girl’s right, her tongue snaking out to tease the girl’s nipple.  The woman’s head was thrown back in abandon, her lips parted.
    The scene was so blatantly erotic that Kat couldn’t stop a wave of arousal from teasing her pussy.  She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache.
    “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
    She turned to find a tall man with blonde hair standing behind her.  His green eyes seemed to see right through her making her head swim.  Lowering her gaze, she took in his tight black shirt that molded perfectly to his chest.  Black leather pants stretched over muscled thighs.  When her gaze collided with the noticeable bulge between his legs, she jerked it back to his face.
    A slow, devilish grin lifted the corners of his lips as his skin tightened over sharp cheekbones.  He held out a hand in greeting.
    “Damian Valmont,” he said, his voice sliding over her.
    Unable to find her voice, she lifted her hand to place it in his.  His large hand closed around her much smaller one.  She flinched ever so slightly as she felt the cold chill of his skin.  His hand tightened on hers as he bent over to press his lips against the back of her hand.  She drew in a shaky breath.
    When he released her hand, he rose causing her to angle her chin up to meet his gaze.
    His eyebrows lifted in expectation. 
    “Katarina Montague,” she replied softly.
    “Katarina.  A beautiful name.”
    An unwelcome flush of color warmed her cheeks at the compliment.  A low moan drew her gaze to a small loveseat positioned in the archway between rooms.  A man sat in the seat, a woman l aying on top of him her back to his front.  Kat’s eyes widened. The