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after he typed her name on a screen that looked like a child’s toy in his wide hands. “Well, well. Someone must have done something really special.” He handed her the card back before picking up the rope blocking her path. “Third floor. They’re expecting you.”
    Third floor—but that was...no, surely she’d heard him incorrectly. “Sorry, I’m a little rattled from all the travel. What did you say?”
    “Top floor is expecting you.”
    “But that’s—”
    His grin widened impossibly. “Yep. Lucky girl. Not too many first-time visitors get invited up to the Keep. Must’ve done something to catch their eyes.”
    “Their...as in plural?” A sudden heat flushed her cheeks. Damn it, they told her they were out of town this weekend. They’d even sent her pictures of the beautiful rows of grapes used to make the wine. And two hours ago, Saint had e-mailed her a gorgeous picture of the sunset off a craggy side of a cliff. They were both crafty as hell, but even they couldn’t be that good. Then again, Saint had said he owned a computer security business. If there was anyone who knew how to fake or hack something, he would be the one.
    And she thought she was the artist.
    “You all right?”
    “Yeah.” She swallowed, shaking out her hands to stop the trembling. “I’m good.”
    She did her best to smother her trepidation as she stepped through the entrance. Turning back now would just be foolish. May as well make the most of the trip. After all, she was making wild assumptions.
    She’d seen Kochran at the club earlier in the week. She was a member. He could have easily put two and two together. And knowing she was a friend of Saint and Boyce, two of the most sought after Doms at the club...well, it was easy to see why getting a ticket to the first class floor of bondage wasn’t out of the question.
    “Well, go on or get out of the way, girlie. Other people want to play.” Grae yelped when the guard slapped her ass. “Oh, yeah. You’re going to be a fun one. Go on.”
    Grae followed the ornate signage directing her up a ramp. As she stepped inside, she saw the nude black and white photographs that lined the walls. The large floor-to-ceiling images showcased submissives in various stages of vulnerability.
    Predicament bondage.
    Steel cages.
    Tanks full of water.
    The anxiety that had been snaking its way up her spine altered, as though a switch had been flipped. The familiarity made her feel as though she’d been here before. Though the website had many pictures detailing the building’s spaces, the artwork hadn’t been part of the collection.
    Given Kochran’s comment to Boyce about changing out artwork, Grae had a sneaking suspicion she knew the photographer. If Boyce was the artist... wow . He had certainly cultivated his talent since college.
    She was familiar with the basic layout of the club, thanks to the plans loaded onto the website. It was probably a way for those members who only visited the club virtually to feel as though they were familiar with where events were taking place.
    A long hallway stretched out in front of her, softly lit by pocket lighting tucked into the ceiling. The ominous atmosphere didn’t deter Grae despite her nervousness walking up to the Keep by herself.
    She shouldn’t go.
    Especially because she didn’t know what was going to greet her when she got there.
    She needed to turn around, get back in her car, and go home. Not the hotel. Not to Saint and Boyce’s. Home. Do not pass GO. Do not collect two hundred dollars.
    There was a long standing rumor about just what went on in the Keep. It was the one room at Noble House that wasn’t filled with cameras, mics, and recording equipment. And it wasn’t the kind of place a member could enter on a whim.
    Or without permission.
    As she inched forward, wondering if she should continue, she came upon a row of large windows. Pausing at the first one, she realized it was a viewing area available for members to see what