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raced through Cassandra’s soul. The one thing in life she feared most, and she lay in the middle of it…being held captive.
         “Paige, let me out of here! The joke’s over.”
         “Hush woman!”
         The male voice came out of nowhere, sounding familiar yet not. Cassandra felt the catch of her breath hard in her chest. She heard herself whimper softly. Still as a statute, she waited for what would happen next.
         At the foot of the bed, a shadowy figure passed through the moon’s light, than disappeared into the darkness. Cassandra felt his presence, but could not see him. He carried the scent of a woman on him; a woman whom he’d had sex with not too long ago. The very acknowledgment sent her pussy quivering with jealousy and need.
         “Who are you, witch?”
          Before the words were spoken, Cassandra felt his breath upon her ear. She turned her head away from the enticing warmth it left upon her skin. Maybe Paige had hired him to teach her a lesson. As crazy as it sounded, what other explanation could there be? She wasn’t about to give in to this man and Paige’s little game of Scare the Shit out of CJ.
    “I asked you a question, woman,” he whispered, sending fear and desire through her body. Even in a hushed tone, his voice demanded obedience with the promise of pleasure.
    Cassandra fought to still the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. She was not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he scared the living hell right out of her. Maybe her best bet would be to go along with Paige’s game until they grew tired of it. Hopefully, sooner than later.
    She turned her head to meet the warmth of his breath. “Cassandra Jameson.”
    “Cassandra Jameson…I know of no such family name. Which shire do you come from?”
    Shire? What the hell, this guy is good. Wonder where Paige found him. Probably at the local playhouse, no doubt. “Ask Paige…she knows everything. And while you’re at it, get me out of these things.”
    “Cassandra Jameson.” He stood just inside the moonlight, yet far enough away so Cassandra couldn’t make out his features. He stood tall with broad shoulders in the shadows. A dark figure with a voice sexy enough to melt chocolate, not unlike her fantasy lover who materialized whenever he saw fit.
    Cassandra attempted to reach out through the shadows, forgetting for a moment she was bound spread eagle on the bed.
    “Paige, the person who hired you, calls me CJ. But I’d prefer you call me a free woman and nothing more.”

    CJ? The woman called CJ lies in my bed? How can this be? Garrett sucked in a slow breath gaining control of his emotions. How had he not recognized her before? He knew just about every curve of her body from the sweet smell of her sex to the softness of her skin.
       “Mistress Jameson.” Her name melted on his tongue like the rich chocolate found in his store front; sweet, silky and rich. Garrett strolled around the bed unsure of the woman laying in the dark and the feeling to ravish her taking over his body. The lust for her was much like he’d felt on his trip to the future only days before hand…hot and urgent.
       Why is she here in my time? No one ever crossed over in this manner before, no one.
       Garrett had been unable to resist the call of the siren and soon found himself in a world centuries into the future. For him, it was a world consisting of his shop with a major change; two woman were its proprietors and that he couldn’t step more than ten feet beyond the brick and mortar of the building itself.
       The woman referred to as CJ, the sexual vixen who’d summoned him, always looked to be pleasured in some way; mostly by her own hand. He found himself more than happy to show her how a man, mortal or immortal, could pleasure a woman.
       Her call suddenly stopped one day. He didn’t know the reason why or what had happened to cause the siren’s silence. More so, why he even felt a warm