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you have to know that. But she’s not mine and that just makes it worse. I want my own sub to play with, my own sub in my own house catering to my own sick, twisted fantasies, which are growing sicker the more time I spend with Miri.”
    “Are you sure she can’t fulfill that need? You’re sure she’s not hiding some secret kinky tendencies, especially if she’s got you going like this? She agreed to go out with you after the scandal broke, remember?”
    Mason drained the last of his drink and put the glass down with a bang. “You remember that crystal-clear-ball metaphor? Her ball is really, really clear. Crystal clear. Untouched.”
    “Huh?”
    Mason made an annoyed sound. “Okay, replace the word ‘ball’ with ‘pussy.’”
    Kai regarded his friend. “What are you saying? That she’s a virgin or something?”
    The silence spun out for a moment, then Kai threw his head back and laughed.
    Mason buried his face in his hands again. “I’m glad you find it so fucking entertaining.”
    “Well, it’s funny.”
    “It’s not funny! She’s a nice person. A really nice person, but when I’m with her, all I can think about are the depraved things I want to do to her, and how much she’d despise me if she knew what was going through my mind.”
    Kai rolled his eyes. “It’s called being a guy. You think we haven’t all been there? Listen, do you like her? Do you enjoy spending time with her?”
    “I love spending time with her. I love talking to her. I love to just sit and look at her, except the whole time I’m hating myself for being an asshole.”
    “Then stop hating yourself, and stop being an asshole. Get busy doing something productive for her besides fucking and perverting her in your mind. Take her to some heavy hitter parties, introduce her to the folks who are making the movies she wants to be in.”
    “I will, but I’ll still feel like an asshole, because she’s falling for me and I already know this has to end at some point.”
    “Wow, it’s fascinating, watching you develop a conscience. She must really be something.”
    “Fuck you.” Mason stood to go, only to turn and find Constance standing near the kitchen. She looked surprised to see him. She was stark naked as she always was at home—Kai required it. Her nudity was so natural at this point, she made no move to hide or cover herself. Mason wished she would. It was impossible not to respond to her, especially since Kai had shared her with Mason frequently once upon a time.
    “Hi, Constance,” he managed. She waved in reply. Her gaze moved to Kai’s and she signed something rapidly.
    “He’s fine, hon,” Kai answered. “He was just leaving. Unless—” He looked at Mason. “You’re sure?”
    Mason swallowed hard. Constance had been trained years earlier in France as an odalisque , a specialized sex slave. Mason’s cock was already stirring to life in response to her natural air of sensuality, her seductive curves. But then he thought of another woman who communicated an entirely different kind of sensuality. An innocent, curious sensuality that haunted him.
    “Your slave is as magnificent as ever, but I can’t.”
    Constance, who could read lips, smiled softly and brushed back a lock of her long, brown hair. She signed something to Kai.
    “Yeah,” Kai said, signing back to her. “I think you’re right.”
    “What did she say?”
    Kai looked at Mason. His amber eyes shone with sympathy. “Nothing. She hopes you feel better, and so do I.” He clapped Mason on the shoulder. “You want my advice? Throw your energy into doing good things for her. That will take care of the guilt, anyway.”
    What about the horniness? Mason thought to himself. He supposed it was his burden to bear until he got his shit together. He took one more long, yearning look at Constance and forced himself to walk out the door. On the way to the car, he fumbled with his phone and dialed Miri’s number.
    “Hello?”
    She sounded so happy to