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someone for herself.
    Dante opened the door and stood to the side; she took
the gift box from him and thanked him as she entered. He shut the door behind
her, and she heard a soft click of the lock. She was being locked in? For a
moment, she was worried. Then she shrugged that off. Cinda wouldn’t harm her.
It was to keep others from coming in.
    She stopped in the middle of the room, admiring it.
The walls had been painted so that it looked like a forest; the canopy bed in
the middle of the room was large and had coverings on top that looked
functional. The ceiling was all glass, along with a tall mirror by the dresser.
    The furniture was all done in beautiful cherry wood
and the coverings in rich chocolate and gold accents. The room also had a
really cozy feeling to it. There was a dresser, a closet, what she assumed was
a bathroom door and another door that looked like a connecting room. Cinda had
gone all out with giving her a birthday gift. Damn.
    There was also a balcony that she assumed faced the
back of the building, as the front of the building looked like a warehouse to
her and nothing special. It was amazing what was hidden within. She set the box
down on the bed and stared at it. Did she want to see what she’d been given?
What could it hurt?
    She leisurely untied the bow, letting it rest at the
sides of the large box, and opened it, setting the lid on the bed. Inside was
an envelope like Cinda had said. But under it was tissue paper that was
obscuring what else was in the box. She picked up the envelope, opening it and
seeing her check within. She almost put it down until she noted there was
another piece of paper inside, a handwritten note addressed to her.
    Dear Anastasia Trumane,
    We’re going to play a little game. Try this on for
size. We think it will fit, perfectly. We will be coming for you in 30 minutes.
Get dressed and wait for us on the bed.
    Anonymously Yours.
    Cinda had arranged for her to play at the club! The
note also indicated more than one person. She gave a girly giggle of excitement
and peeled back the tissue paper. She gasped. The fabric was exquisite, soft
and utterly sensual.
    She took each item out of the box. There was a bra top
with a brooch clasp, a sheer flowing cape, and a long skirt with a slit up its
side and built-in boy shorts. It was the sexiest ensemble she’d ever seen, and
it was all in red. How perfect this outfit would go with the shoes she wore.
    She had less than twenty minutes to get ready. Time
to put up or shut up. She’d wanted to have something happen. Well, it was
happening. She stripped as fast as she could then put on the costume. Little
Red Riding Hood never looked this good . She hung her clothing up inside the
closet and pirouetted in front of the mirror.
    So this was what it could be like, not to be under
Drusilla’s thumb or her mother’s. But doing something she wanted for her,
something wild and out of the ordinary. She was sexy hot. She stroked a hand
along her uncovered thigh and smiled.
    The slit accentuated her long legs and the top pushed
her breasts up in offering to whomever wished to partake. Naughty and
beautiful, those were the words she’d use to describe herself. She arranged her
long curls over her shoulders and put on the hood that was attached to the
cape. One last glance in the mirror and she went to the bed, hopped up on it
and positioned herself in the middle and then waited for what was to come.
    She observed the door, wondering who’d step through.
There was a sound of a door opening, but it wasn’t the front door. It was the
adjoining room. Dante stood there, nodded to her and then exited. For a moment
she thought it was him, but that couldn’t be.
    Not that he wasn’t attractive but…
    Her thought trailed off as she stared at the door. She
was frozen in place.
    She gasped. Two wolves, two very large wolves entered
the room. One was black in color; the other was silver, and they were huge.
Someone closed the door, she assumed