in Lorenzo’s dressing room.
She was naked, her clothes folded neatly on a nearby chair. Her lingerie was on top. She certainly hadn’t left her clothes that way—they’d been flung in every direction when she’d peeled them off. She had also been tucked into the bed by somebody and she could guess who it had been.
Why would that surprise her? Lorenzo had been a thoughtful lover.
A thorough one.
If one she hadn’t planned on having. Cassie sat up in a hurry and shoved a hand through her hair. She looked around once more, this time with alarm.
What the hell had happened here? Where was Stacy? How could Cassie have abandoned her? What time was it? How had she ended up being impulsive when she was normally cautious about sex?
Cassie felt as if an alien had taken possession of her body and mind. She
never
did things like this. She never would have willingly left Stacy alone.
On the other hand, Stacy had always insisted that she should have more fun.
When she stopped to think about it, Cassie felt pretty good about taking her friend’s advice.
This interval with Lorenzo made her wonder whether she’d missed out on a whole range of experience. It had been, without a doubt, the best sex she’d ever had. Was that because it had been impulsive? She was both exhausted and stimulated. She’d been not only more impetuous than usual, but had felt more comfortable with her own body. She’d felt sexy. She’d felt powerful. And what they’d done to pleasure each other had been phenomenal.
Stacy was the one person who would understand a desire to be impulsive about sex. She’d probably congratulate Cassie on finally loosening up.
But still. She’d met her share of charmers in her time, and nobody but nobody had ever gotten her into bed on the first date.
Never mind
before
a first date.
The whole thing was surreal. There’d been that leaping spark between them, the one he’d launched in her direction over and over again. She had felt raw lust every time he’d stepped onto the stage. Again—Lorenzo was gorgeous, but Cassie dealt with gorgeous hunks all the time. None of them had ever had this effect on her.
Then there’d been the dragon snatching her up. The burning heat everywhere they touched, like little armies of flames, and the glow of fire on her skin. There had been those flames in Lorenzo’s eyes.
Had they been a reflection?
How had he made her burn with desire?
Cassie didn’t doubt that all women found him attractive and liked the eye candy he offered, but her reaction had been a bit vehement. How had he so entranced her?
Was it legal?
Or was he a hypnotist?
The scary part was that Cassie didn’t regret a thing—well, except leaving Stacy alone. She didn’t doubt that she’d do it all over again given the chance. Whatever it was that Lorenzo was serving in this theater, Cassie needed to get away from it and recover her senses.
Well, five of her senses were present and accounted for. He’d experimented with every one of them. It was her common sense that was AWOL.
Cassie got out of bed, intent on leaving right away.
She listened but couldn’t hear anything outside the room. It might be soundproofed. (She hoped so, given the noises she’d made.) She also couldn’t tell what time it was. There were no clocks in the dressing room, which struck her as an odd thing.
There was a connected half bathroom, which she made use of. She was amazed by her own reflection. She looked sparkly, which was a change from her usual world-weary expression. Younger. More vibrant.
Whatever Lorenzo had going on, he should bottle it and sell it.
On the other hand, he probably made enough money using it to enhance his show.
Just as Stacy had said, he was amazing.
He’d been amazing after the show, that was for sure.
Cassie laughed. She started to whistle as she dressed. She felt good. Really good. And that couldn’t be all bad.
There was a soft rap at the door while she was tugging on her boots. One of
She was naked, her clothes folded neatly on a nearby chair. Her lingerie was on top. She certainly hadn’t left her clothes that way—they’d been flung in every direction when she’d peeled them off. She had also been tucked into the bed by somebody and she could guess who it had been.
Why would that surprise her? Lorenzo had been a thoughtful lover.
A thorough one.
If one she hadn’t planned on having. Cassie sat up in a hurry and shoved a hand through her hair. She looked around once more, this time with alarm.
What the hell had happened here? Where was Stacy? How could Cassie have abandoned her? What time was it? How had she ended up being impulsive when she was normally cautious about sex?
Cassie felt as if an alien had taken possession of her body and mind. She
never
did things like this. She never would have willingly left Stacy alone.
On the other hand, Stacy had always insisted that she should have more fun.
When she stopped to think about it, Cassie felt pretty good about taking her friend’s advice.
This interval with Lorenzo made her wonder whether she’d missed out on a whole range of experience. It had been, without a doubt, the best sex she’d ever had. Was that because it had been impulsive? She was both exhausted and stimulated. She’d been not only more impetuous than usual, but had felt more comfortable with her own body. She’d felt sexy. She’d felt powerful. And what they’d done to pleasure each other had been phenomenal.
Stacy was the one person who would understand a desire to be impulsive about sex. She’d probably congratulate Cassie on finally loosening up.
But still. She’d met her share of charmers in her time, and nobody but nobody had ever gotten her into bed on the first date.
Never mind
before
a first date.
The whole thing was surreal. There’d been that leaping spark between them, the one he’d launched in her direction over and over again. She had felt raw lust every time he’d stepped onto the stage. Again—Lorenzo was gorgeous, but Cassie dealt with gorgeous hunks all the time. None of them had ever had this effect on her.
Then there’d been the dragon snatching her up. The burning heat everywhere they touched, like little armies of flames, and the glow of fire on her skin. There had been those flames in Lorenzo’s eyes.
Had they been a reflection?
How had he made her burn with desire?
Cassie didn’t doubt that all women found him attractive and liked the eye candy he offered, but her reaction had been a bit vehement. How had he so entranced her?
Was it legal?
Or was he a hypnotist?
The scary part was that Cassie didn’t regret a thing—well, except leaving Stacy alone. She didn’t doubt that she’d do it all over again given the chance. Whatever it was that Lorenzo was serving in this theater, Cassie needed to get away from it and recover her senses.
Well, five of her senses were present and accounted for. He’d experimented with every one of them. It was her common sense that was AWOL.
Cassie got out of bed, intent on leaving right away.
She listened but couldn’t hear anything outside the room. It might be soundproofed. (She hoped so, given the noises she’d made.) She also couldn’t tell what time it was. There were no clocks in the dressing room, which struck her as an odd thing.
There was a connected half bathroom, which she made use of. She was amazed by her own reflection. She looked sparkly, which was a change from her usual world-weary expression. Younger. More vibrant.
Whatever Lorenzo had going on, he should bottle it and sell it.
On the other hand, he probably made enough money using it to enhance his show.
Just as Stacy had said, he was amazing.
He’d been amazing after the show, that was for sure.
Cassie laughed. She started to whistle as she dressed. She felt good. Really good. And that couldn’t be all bad.
There was a soft rap at the door while she was tugging on her boots. One of
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