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    eyes followed her progress and she was a bit unnerved by the desire she saw growing there. Once she finished, she froze, her hands lightly gripping the edges of the silky material, holding it together.
    “Take it off,” he whispered.
    Again, Ginny glanced around the room.
    “Don’t look at them,” Travers said harshly. “Keep your eyes on me, Ginny, and do as I say.”
    She sucked in a breath at the sound of her first name on his lips. She struggled to recall the last time he’d called her Ginny. Hell, when was the last time she’d called him Ryan?
    Ryan. The sound of his name resounded in her mind like the pealing of a bell and she was taken aback by the beauty of it.
    “Ryan,” she whispered, desperate to feel the weight of it on her lips.
    “That’s right,” he answered. “Say my name, Ginny. Call me Ryan and understand what it means.”
    She frowned. “What it means?”
    “It means you belong to me. Tonight, I’m your master.”
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    “Master?” Ginny repeated the word and wanted to laugh at the absurdity of his comment, but it didn’t seem funny. Her affable, easygoing friend had turned into a dominant, commanding stranger. The worst part was, she was so turned-on by his demands she was too afraid to do anything that might remind him of who she really was and what they were to each other. They were friends—that was all they’d ever been. But tonight—Oh God, tonight—she wanted them to be so much more.
    Ryan smiled at her question. “You belong to me, Ginny,” he explained as if the fact he was going to take control of her body was a foregone conclusion. “Now take off that shirt.”
    Her hands began to tremble, but before her mind could process a single reason why this was wrong, she lifted them and slid the blouse off her shoulders. Ryan reached over and pulled it away from her. She was astounded by the fact she wasn’t mortified to be sitting in a public place across from her best friend in merely a bra. Instead, for the first time tonight—hell, for the first time in her life—she felt like perhaps her world was realigning itself into the correct pattern.
    What does that mean?
    Ryan caressed her with his eyes, his gaze lingering on her breasts, and she felt her nipples harden in response. How could a single look make her feel so hot, so needy?
    “You’re beautiful,” Ryan said, his gaze returning to her face. “You asked me why I was a member of this club.” His words were spoken softly and Ginny leaned forward to hear him better. When his gaze dropped back to her cleavage, she wondered if his quiet tone wasn’t premeditated.
    “Perhaps,” he said after a moment, “the better question to ask is why you wanted to come here so badly?”
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    Ginny considered his question and rather than avoid it, she decided to offer him the most honest response she had. “I was curious.”
    “Curious to see or curious to experience?” he asked.
    She grinned ruefully. “I think the fact that I’m sitting topless in a room full of strangers should answer that question.”
    Ryan laughed softly and she savored the sound. She’d never noticed how sexy his laugh was or how amazingly handsome he was. He made her feel as if she was the only woman in the world and the power of that emotion took her breath away.
    “How far will you go tonight, Ginny?”
    She pondered his question and realized that the evening seemed to be built exclusively on truthfulness and on the exposing of deep, dark secrets. “With you?”
    He nodded.
    “As far as you’ll take me. I trust you, Ryan.”
     
    Ryan sighed a breath of relief and struggled to believe this was truly happening.
    The night, thus far, had moved in painful slow motion, everything hazy and unreal until this moment when clarity had come. He felt as though he was seeing Ginny Brooks for the first time,