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the sound warm and rich. “You got yourself into a pickle, woman. And I have no fucking clue why. Drink a little bit of this,” his voice continued, bouncing around in my head like the clank of metal on metal.

    “Shhh. Shhhh. Not so loud,” I said, my voice coming out in a croak. Everything around me was dark, and my eyes were full of grit.  

    “Gabi, come on, wake up… Gabi, are you trying to say something?” I tried to open my eyes, but it felt like cinder blocks were weighing down my eyelids. Red’s arms circled around me, his hands brushing against my breasts. A bolt of desire hit my body, and I moaned softly, pitching forward like I was in a boat at sea. “That’s it. We’re safe.”  

    His fingers brushed through my hair, sending chills down my spine. I pitched forward again, nausea rising in my gut. Opening my eyes was even difficult, like struggling against a great, gritty weight. But when I did, I started to realize the mess I’d gotten myself into. Red’s arms were around my naked body, holding me up over an immaculate marble sink. The hairs on his arms were just like the red-blond stubble of his beard, except softer. I looked down at the muscles and wondered exactly how cut his body was. My guess was very cut and extremely fine .

    But fuck . I was naked.  

    Why was I naked? Had we…?  

    No. I’d remember that. A brief flash of memory came to me. I had discarded the dress … and my panties when we came back to the penthouse. My mind reeled backwards, to the party we’d just come from. The producer, his hands on my body. And then there was Red, beating him bloody. My stomach heaved, seeming to almost come up into my chest.

    I pitched forward again and threw up in the sink.  

    “Good girl,” he murmured, moving me over to a shower with clear glass doors. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Still holding me, Red reached over to the shower and turned it on, letting the water run until the steam poured out. He held a glass of water to my lips and waited until I drank one sip, the cool liquid flowing over my tongue and providing sweet relief to my aching throat. He moved me into the shower, still holding me up. I put one hand out to catch myself against the wall, balking at the heat of the water running over my legs. Red stepped into the shower behind me, the water now pouring over both of us.

    “No, no… Red, no. You’ll ruin your suit.” I tried to pluck at his shirt, but my fingers felt numb and lifeless.

    He chuckled. “This suit is already a goner. Doesn’t matter to me a damn bit.” I leaned back against him, the world spinning around me. He guided my head under the water, gently running his fingers through my hair, pulling out the snarls. Blood ran from my face to the white floor of the shower, mixing in with the water. My body was pressed back against his, and I could feel him getting hard. A rush of panic hit me, just as it had when the producer had ripped my dress. But Red just held me as I came to consciousness in the shower. I opened my mouth and let it fill with water, rinsing away the evening and the horrible man with his hands on my body. I swished the water in my mouth and spat it out, melting into Red’s body.

    “How fucking romantic,” I mumbled. Red laughed, his voice warm and comforting against my ear.  

    “Definitely my most exciting first date,” he said. I laughed and let him hold me until the water ran cold.

Red

    I walked back to the bedroom again, hovering over Gabriella and checking her breathing. I didn’t think the nasty little prick had gotten a chance to give Gabi enough GHB to knock her into a coma, but I couldn’t keep the worry from twisting in my gut. She turned in her sleep and sighed, the covers shifting to reveal the curves of her body.  

    I’d thought many women were beautiful. But in Los Angeles, there weren’t many pictures like this. A beautiful woman, naked in your bed, the arch of her back outlined under a cotton sheet, the