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send him right over to you."
    Just as I sat down, Tori placed a drink in front
of me. I waved my bracelet at her. "Thanks, but I'm not
allowed."
    "It's just soda!" Smiling she headed back
towards the man who was struggling to get her attention. Right
then, I made a conscious note to myself; once I moved out and could
come here more often, I would definitely be getting to know her and
Dominique better. They seemed like a couple of really cool
chicks.
    As I sat there waiting for Christian, I kept
thinking about Jillian and what the hell she could be doing up
there with a complete stranger. Not that I didn't have any ideas.
She was older than me and more experienced, but she was my best
friend and I had brought her here, so yeah...I was feeling a little
overprotective I guess. How ironic.
    "So I hear I'm to give you a tour." Christian's
smooth voice floated to my ear.
    "Yes, you are." I slid off my stool and into his
arms. "Let's start upstairs." Yes, I wanted some alone time with
him, but this was also where I had last seen Jill. Two birds with
one stone and all.
    As we rounded the top of the staircase, I heard
noises that indicated that everyone in this vicinity was having a really good time. "What are all these curtained off areas?"
I had a feeling I already knew the answer.
    "These are our private rooms. VIP guests can
invite patrons to join them up here for a more intimate party of sorts." He sounded a bit hesitant in his explanation. I
think he was nervous about how I would react. He probably thought I
was going to be mad, which I might have been if Jill hadn't planted
her wicked idea in my head earlier tonight.
    "Are any of them empty so we can have a more intimate party of our own?" Tilting my head, I batted my
eyelashes and let a sexy grin slowly play across my mouth.
Christian's chest expanded as he took a deep breath, a feral look
settling on his face. He took my hand and began leading me to a
private room all the way at the end of the hall. That's when I
heard Jill scream.

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    CHAPTER NINE
    Damaged
    (Rose)
     
    I spun around and ran towards the room that I
had seen Jill disappear into. Just as I was about to reach for the
curtain, Christian was in front of me, pushing me back. "Let me
by!" I screamed. "That was Jillian and she's in there with some
strange guy!"
    "It's my job, Rose. Let me do it." He looked
serious, and as I started to protest, I saw Dax bound up the stairs
and give Christian a quick nod.
    "Let's go," Dax said.
    Christian placed me by the railing. "Stay here.
I'll bring her right out to you."
    I gripped the railing so hard that my knuckles
turned white. Damn it, I knew I should have followed her up
here. I heard some rustling and low voices, but no more
screams. I guess that was a good sign. Suddenly, Jillian appeared
from behind the curtain with a napkin pressed to her neck.
    I rushed to hug her. "Are you okay?"
    "Yes I'm fine. I broke a glass and a couple
stray pieces flew into my neck." She pulled away the blood-soaked
napkin revealing two small, bloody dots.
    "Oh, thank God. I thought that strange guy was
raping you or something."
    She laughed. "He's not strange and he's no
stranger. I've known Justin for a while."
    I should have felt relieved, but instead a layer
of annoyance settled over me. "How do you know him? I've never seen
him before. Does he go to our school?"
    Dabbing at her neck again she said, "No. He
doesn't go to our school. I met him in the yoga class I take at
night over at the gym."
    "Yoga? Since when do you take yoga? And what
would a guy like that be doing in a yoga class?" I could tell by
the look on Jill's face that I had sounded sarcastic.
    "Picking up pretty girls of course," a
smart-assed voice replied. I looked up to see Justin as he
made his way out of the private room with Christian and Dax
following closely behind. He was definitely Jill's type: longer
blonde hair, blue eyes, great body. Wow. Yoga does a body
good!
    "Hi, I'm Justin." He extended his hand, which