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she thought. Needed.
    She swallowed the terror rising within her and seized her golden ticket into her fantasyland.
    “What has you so upset about going in there, little one?”
    “I might get recognized.”
    “And you don’t think someone might have recognized you during the demonstration earlier?” Lance grinned.
    “True, but there weren’t as many people. It’s later and more are probably here. And…” Holy hell, none of it really made sense. Not when she rationally considered it. Lance was right. If anyone was here, they would’ve already seen her—all of her.
    “What happens in The Brigade stays in The Brigade.” Stryker stroked her cheek, his hot breath falling on her ear. She pressed against him, longing for his heated embrace once again. “That is the second most important mantra for the resort, behind Safe, Sane, Consensual.”
    “Since we offered to train you, another founder must grant you an asylum membership. This prevents us from taking advantage of you,” Lance said.
    Viviana had read all about the founders of Brigade Enterprises when she’d helped with their security and their new websites. They’d all met at a private boarding school and carried their friendship on through their collegiate years. Somewhere within those formative years, they’d all discovered a mutual appreciation for the BDSM scene and a wish to help educate those interested in pursuing a lifestyle.
    Very little was offered about Lance or Stryker on the website though. Then again, Stryker wasn’t considered a founding member. But Lance was. He was the only one of the four without a public biography. That had planted a seed of curiosity within her from the beginning, and she felt it growing as she stood before him.
    “I understand, Sirs.”
    “Good.” Stryker moved to stand beside Lance. “Remember your safe word. Remain two feet behind us at all times. When you kneel, make sure you spread your legs wide, Jane.”
    “Yes Sir.”
    The two of them turned and fled the safety of the tent. Her heart hammered as she marched behind them. Although she longed to visually drool over them, she averted her eyes as she’d been ordered, silently praying she didn’t bump into anyone along the way.
    How would they know she was behind them? Were they watching? How much farther? Her nipples were hard as rocks and her pussy was wet. She’d give just about anything for five minutes alone in a bathroom right now. Crap, she should’ve shaved a little more. Maybe trimmed a bit closer.
    The thoughts waged war with her bravado. The two men she now called Sir might be warriors, but she wasn’t really ready for a warzone. And a part of her couldn’t help but consider the hallowed grounds of The Brigade as exactly that—because she knew everything within its confines would test her in ways she hadn’t comprehended fully.
    Ready or not, the time to discover herself had begun. The warm air from inside lapped at her skin as she took the first step, then another, and another. A soldier marching into a war with herself and praying that the two officers commanding knew what the hell they were doing.

Chapter Four
     
    What happens in The Brigade stays in The Brigade. Viviana chanted the mantra, a reminder that she had to take the first fateful steps alone—two feet behind the two men she couldn’t wait to be alone with again.
    Assuming she didn’t die from the humiliation unfolding around her now. Speakers vibrated beneath her steps, lights flashed around her. The sensual, rhythmic dance music engulfed her. Had she not known where she was, she’d swear she was at one of the many downtown Austin nightclubs. But this was no nightclub. This was The Brigade masquerade ball.
    She kept her gaze cast downward though curiosity demanded she take a glance here and there—a fleeting glimpse of the illusive interior to a place that had tapped her inner fantasies in a way she’d never expected. Other than mahogany and leather furniture speckling the