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be eagerly preparing for a very important scene right now, Devlin?” Brock asked as he held his hand out, which Devlin didn’t hesitate to shake. Brock had gotten word early that morning that the most extreme of the Lenox brothers planned to drive in town and officially collar the divine creature he and his brothers shared.
“I do, but this is the only chance I have with you alone while Scarlett is preoccupied in the back.”
It wasn’t like a Lenox to keep something from the ever-famous Scarlett. Since she’d entered their lives recently, it seemed the men couldn’t breathe if the sexy little thing wasn’t around. Brock listened intently.
“Do you perhaps know a young blonde woman with the last name Rose? She comes in with another older blonde and a young male submissive.”
Of course, Brock immediately thought of Alisa Rose and the other stooges, but he maintained his poker face. “Devlin, you know I can’t answer a question like that. Doing so would break the confidentiality agreement between me and my clients. Can I ask why you seem so desperate to know who this woman is?”
Devlin seemed to hesitate for a nanosecond before he replied, “I just know that she happens to be a very evil, unethical woman, and I am advising you to keep a close eye on her.”
Brock felt his guts tighten in instinctual warning. He’d had a nagging feeling that Alisa would be nothing but trouble since she stumbled through Whipped Cream’s door over a year ago. He made a mental note to call back the Razo brothers and insist they stay away from the Rose Leach Clan, as Brock often liked to call them.
“Is there anything else that is currently concerning you, Mr. Lenox?” He consciously tried to keep his tone as even and generic as possible.
It was obvious there was much, much more on Devlin’s mind, but the cowboy pressed his lips together and shook his head. “No, Master Brock, there isn’t.”
* * * *
Devlin had exited their guestroom exactly three minutes and seventeen seconds before. Just as he’d instructed, she’d been staring at the ticking antique grandfather clock tucked in the corner of the dark room. He’d told her to walk out of the door exactly five minutes after he left. She was then to go to the room five doors down on her left and knock. There she would meet a staff member who would guide her through the rest of the scene preparation and would remain with her until she met with Devlin again right before the scene was acted out.
She felt her palms grow damp as the second hand ticked a little faster than she had hoped. Closer and closer to the five minute mark, and then she would have to step it up and go through with all this. Knowing how important this Lifestyle was to her destined mate gave her encouragement to push on and stop being such a darn pansy. As she talked herself up, she began to believe her own praises.
She stared straight ahead into her reflection in one of several mirrors hanging on the wall. With her shoulders relaxed and her abs tucked in, she straightened her posture and held her chin up. If she could cheat death several times in one week and still manage to keep seven horny longhorn-shifter cowboys satisfied, she could have the confidence to tackle anything.
When she glanced back at the clock, she jumped to her feet. Five minutes and twenty-two seconds. She hurried out the door and practically ran to the room she was instructed to meet her concierge at.
Kno —
She hadn’t even completed a full knock before the door swung open. “You’re late,” said the petite, curly-haired platinum blonde that stood in front of her. A pair of bright violet eyes emphasized the classic beauty of the stranger’s perfect face. The young woman looked to be only slightly younger than Scarlett’s own twenty-one years and had a similar body type, only her breasts were a little more on the small side compared to Scarlett’s ample chest size. She was very tan, and Scarlett noticed the bright
“I do, but this is the only chance I have with you alone while Scarlett is preoccupied in the back.”
It wasn’t like a Lenox to keep something from the ever-famous Scarlett. Since she’d entered their lives recently, it seemed the men couldn’t breathe if the sexy little thing wasn’t around. Brock listened intently.
“Do you perhaps know a young blonde woman with the last name Rose? She comes in with another older blonde and a young male submissive.”
Of course, Brock immediately thought of Alisa Rose and the other stooges, but he maintained his poker face. “Devlin, you know I can’t answer a question like that. Doing so would break the confidentiality agreement between me and my clients. Can I ask why you seem so desperate to know who this woman is?”
Devlin seemed to hesitate for a nanosecond before he replied, “I just know that she happens to be a very evil, unethical woman, and I am advising you to keep a close eye on her.”
Brock felt his guts tighten in instinctual warning. He’d had a nagging feeling that Alisa would be nothing but trouble since she stumbled through Whipped Cream’s door over a year ago. He made a mental note to call back the Razo brothers and insist they stay away from the Rose Leach Clan, as Brock often liked to call them.
“Is there anything else that is currently concerning you, Mr. Lenox?” He consciously tried to keep his tone as even and generic as possible.
It was obvious there was much, much more on Devlin’s mind, but the cowboy pressed his lips together and shook his head. “No, Master Brock, there isn’t.”
* * * *
Devlin had exited their guestroom exactly three minutes and seventeen seconds before. Just as he’d instructed, she’d been staring at the ticking antique grandfather clock tucked in the corner of the dark room. He’d told her to walk out of the door exactly five minutes after he left. She was then to go to the room five doors down on her left and knock. There she would meet a staff member who would guide her through the rest of the scene preparation and would remain with her until she met with Devlin again right before the scene was acted out.
She felt her palms grow damp as the second hand ticked a little faster than she had hoped. Closer and closer to the five minute mark, and then she would have to step it up and go through with all this. Knowing how important this Lifestyle was to her destined mate gave her encouragement to push on and stop being such a darn pansy. As she talked herself up, she began to believe her own praises.
She stared straight ahead into her reflection in one of several mirrors hanging on the wall. With her shoulders relaxed and her abs tucked in, she straightened her posture and held her chin up. If she could cheat death several times in one week and still manage to keep seven horny longhorn-shifter cowboys satisfied, she could have the confidence to tackle anything.
When she glanced back at the clock, she jumped to her feet. Five minutes and twenty-two seconds. She hurried out the door and practically ran to the room she was instructed to meet her concierge at.
Kno —
She hadn’t even completed a full knock before the door swung open. “You’re late,” said the petite, curly-haired platinum blonde that stood in front of her. A pair of bright violet eyes emphasized the classic beauty of the stranger’s perfect face. The young woman looked to be only slightly younger than Scarlett’s own twenty-one years and had a similar body type, only her breasts were a little more on the small side compared to Scarlett’s ample chest size. She was very tan, and Scarlett noticed the bright
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