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to show up. Did you see the way she looked at everything? At you, me, our members. Like we’ve got two heads and are about to eat her alive. We’ve both seen that look before.”
    Setting his empty glass down, he poured one for his brother, but Rolf declined. Since it would be a damn crime to let good brandy like that go to waste, Dierk closed his eyes and tipped back the glass. The brandy slipped down his throat, warming his belly. More erotic heat charged through his system, sparked by the combination of some damn fine brandy and an even better image of Wynne flashing in his mind.
    “Well, at least on that last count, she’s probably right. Given the chance, I’d eat her alive,” Rolf said.
    The two shared a laugh.
    “How about another bet? Double or nothing?” Rolf offered.
    “I’m listening.” Dierk filled and emptied his glass a couple more times before heading back to his desk. Tired of sitting, he leaned a hip against a bookshelf and crossed his arms over his chest.
    “I’ll bet our shy little writer shows up tomorrow. If I’m wrong, I pay you two thousand.”
    Dierk thought about it for less than a handful of seconds before handing Rolf back his money. “You’re going to lose, but what the hell?”
    “We’ll see about that.” Rolf offered his hand.
    “You’re on.” He gave his brother’s hand a quick shake then forced himself back into the chair. Frowning, he swiveled around to glance at the computer monitor. If it weren’t for Rolf and the angel-faced Wynne, this job would be absolute torture. Boring beyond belief.
    Whatever the problems were that Shadow had vaguely mentioned, they had nothing to do with the way the place had been run. Everything was in order, files up to date, bank accounts balanced, payables paid. Which meant he had nothing to look forward to tonight but hours of alternately staring at the security monitors and playing solitaire on the computer.
    Dierk sighed. “So tell me, baby brother, why didn’t you want this job? Looks like it’s a no-brainer. Practically runs itself.”
    Rolf shrugged. “Like Shadow said, I like to play. I didn’t want to work here. Are you hating it as much as I thought you would?”
    “More.”
    “Damn. Sorry, bro.” To his credit, Rolf looked genuinely apologetic.
    “No reason to apologize.” Dierk hit a few keys, switching the monitor to the camera focused on the St. Andrew’s cross. A scene was just getting started, a Dom and his female submissive. The Dom was securing his sub’s arms to the cross. “It’s not your fault. No one made me take the job. I could have said no.”
    “No, you couldn’t. For all your rebellion, we all know that you have never refused Shadow. Why is that, by the way?”
    “Long story.”
    “Well, we’ve got lots of time. The club doesn’t close for hours…. Hey, who’s that?” Rolf circled around the desk, peering over Dierk’s shoulder. “Ohhhh, damn.”
    “What’s the problem?”
    “Move the camera that way.” Rolf pointed at the left edge of the screen.
    Dierk hit the keys, remotely adjusting the camera’s angle until it focused on Master Nevin, standing next to a tall blonde. Human, no doubt.
    “Shit, that’s Angeleque. She’s not into Nevin but she’s too polite to tell him to take a hike. I should go rescue her.”
    “You’re quite the Galahad, aren’t you, bro?” Dierk glanced over his shoulder.
    “Hell no, I just don’t like to share my subs.” Rolf clapped Dierk on the back then rushed toward the door. “It’s playtime. Later.”
    “Yeah.” Once again, Dierk found himself sitting in an office he had never wanted, watching the action going on in the dungeon instead of being the center of it.
    This was hell.
    Thanks to that hot little brunette, Wynne, his blood was simmering. His cock was hard. His balls were tight.
    He wanted a fuck.
    He needed to fuck Wynne.
    No, that was the last thing he needed: to get involved with a new submissive, a woman who was obviously going to