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useless. She vowed to come up with some sort of solution but for now she’d order some room service, have a nice long hot bath, and then she’d crawl in bed while it was still daylight out. She hoped she’d dream of Campbell St. Martin.

4

     
     
    I t was the third day since they’d had sex, and Camp had yet to see Jenny. It was morning and Clay joined Camp in the suite for breakfast. They sat at the table, reading newspapers. When Clay’s food was gone, he asked, “Will you be eating that”—he gestured to Camp’s untouched plate—“or those damn Oreos?” Camp held up the six-count package of Oreos and shook it. Clay nodded and plucked the glass of milk from the tray, setting it in front of Camp. Camp dunked an Oreo into the milk.
    “Do you wanna talk about it? You’ve been brooding for three days.”
    Camp looked at his brother. The fork in his fingers, in proportion to his fist, made him look like a giant. He guessed it would take more than two trays to fill up that massive body. “I want her.”
    “You never could do casual sex. What’s your plan? I know you have one brewing.”
    Camp was a planner. He’d already made it to plan C where Jenny was concerned. “She says she doesn’t need me, but she’s wrong. You should have seen how much she needed me the other day. And where the hell has she been?”
    “Actually, I may have some insight into her whereabouts.” Clay took a long swallow of coffee. “She’s been overseeing the removal of the equipment delivery.”
    Camp, leaned forward, frowning. “She what?”
    “She called the company and explained what happened with the delivery. They told her unless she could figure out a way to get the equipment over to the next customer in line, the YMCA, that she’d be stuck with the additional rental charges.” Clay ate a strip of bacon in two bites, then picked up another and waved it at Camp. “Turns out, the YMCA is a mile down the road. However, if you access it through the back of the casino’s lot, you diminish the distance to two hundred yards. She had the workers drive the equipment over and she drove them back until every last piece was moved. She got the cost down from two hundred thousand to under ten. Still an error, but much less of one now.”
    Camp was dumbfounded. He scratched at his head. Why had she not told him? “When was this?”
    Clay cocked his head. “Two days ago.”
    “Why wouldn’t she tell me? Why wouldn’t you?”
    Clay shrugged. “It’s her business to tell. I don’t know why she didn’t tell you other than we’ve seen it’s in her nature to be defiant.”
    Camp’s hand tightened around the bag of Oreos, and it was only when he heard them crunch that he realized he was tense. “God, I want her. I need her like I need food for nourishment, but she won’t speak to me.”
    Clay shrugged. “You could always bring her to the club. Fuck some sense into her.”
    “I’m not sure she would consent to that.”
    “I don’t know, she sounded pretty feisty the other day. You already know she likes to fight.”
    Camp was the only brother who knew about Clay’s controversial sexual cravings. He was a member of a local sex club in Baton Rouge. Clay liked to dominate women. Camp just didn’t know to what extent. Camp thought about tying Jenny down so that she was at his mercy. He’d sensed she was withholding information and now that he’d had sex with her, he thought it would be fairly easy to elicit information from her by withholding her orgasm.
    He drummed his fingers on the table. The more he thought about it, the more he imagined she wouldn’t fare well at all in that kind of situation.
    He found himself nodding, imaging her begging him to make her come.
    “So you’re considering it, then?”
    “What?”
    “I said you’re considering dominating her. I could tell by the way your eyes dilated. That and the slow grin that just took over your face.”
    Camp nodded. “Yes, I’m definitely considering it. In