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finally came, he collapsed behind her, wrapping her in his strong arms.

Chapter Seven
     
    Cristian sat up with a start and glanced down at Joelle. She was almost asleep. Hellfire . How long before she realized he’d never worn a rubber? Fuck . He’d screwed up again, big time. He hated using his powers to persuade women that they didn’t have to worry about getting knocked up. He hated using his powers, period. Most of the others loved it, but not Cristian. It felt like cheating. He’d never once had to enhance the environment to seduce a woman. All he had to do was look into their eyes and grin.
    Joelle stirred and Cristian braced for it, but all she did was curl into a ball. She was probably cold. There was no heat on down here. He climbed off the table and draped her coat over her, then sat on the floor to think. He’d have to tell her something—anything—because she would ask. She didn’t miss much.
    He stayed there for half an hour before he heard her stir. He got to his feet, still clueless about what he’d say to her.
    “I don’t suppose there’s a bathroom down here, is there?” she asked.
    “Sure. Come on. I’ll show you where.”
    She pulled her coat around her shoulders and picked up her clothes and shoes. After he’d shown her to the bathroom, he went back into the billiards room and got dressed. From the look on her face when she returned to where he waited, he knew she’d finally realized it.
    “Cristian, I’m not sure how to ask this—”
    “Don’t worry,” he said, pushing just a little. “I can’t knock you up.”
    Her eyes narrowed, and he didn’t like the fear that passed through them. Didn’t like it one bit. He’d never been as good at persuading women as the others.
    “Blade said the same thing. He didn’t use one this morning either.”
    Cristian kept his face neutral and tried not to dwell on the fact that she’d fucked Blade this morning. The jealousy coursing through him stung like nettles under his skin. Why hadn’t he stayed in her suite last night? “What Blade said is true.”
    “But he said he only used them last night so you wouldn’t feel like an oddball. If you can’t knock me up either, wouldn’t he know that? What the hell is going on here? What kind of game are you two playing?”
    Fuck, fuck, fuck. Cristian ran a hand through his hair, struggling to keep his composure. “Joelle, I swear to you we’re not playing a game with you. We can’t get anyone pregnant. Why would any of us lie about something like that?”
    “Any of us? What does that mean?”
    He was just digging a deeper hole. There was no way out of this. “I mean just what I said. None of us would take a chance like that.”
    She looked like someone had struck her in the face. Cristian tried to get a sense of her thoughts, but they were all jumbled up. The name “Scott” kept cropping up, along with confusion and anger. Was she still worried about the politicians from Chicago?
    “Oh, I see.” She grabbed her coat and gloves. “Of course. That’s why we come here, after all. And you’re all so careful. That’s sick and twisted, Cristian.”
    “What?”
    “That you would all get”—she pointed toward his crotch, her cheeks pink with embarrassment—“fixed. That all of you would do that. It’s…bizarre.”
    “We aren’t…” Cristian stopped, but not before her eyes narrowed again.
    “Don’t you stand there and lie to me. At least give me that much respect.”
    She turned on her heel and stomped out of the room. Cristian knew he should go after her, but he had no clue what the hell to say. The compulsion to find her and tell her the truth—tell her everything—was so strong he forced himself to stay in the basement until it finally began to subside. He’d never betrayed their secret, not once since they’d started this resort over thirty years earlier, and he wasn’t about to do it now. Not even to Joelle.
     
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    Joelle slammed her fists on the