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to
burst at the seams.
    A slight
smirk appeared on his face as he noticed her staring at his chest, and then his
eyes lowered to the bracelet on her wrist in disappointment. "You must be Scarlett's
friend." Too bad, he thought, she would have been a nice diversion to a
stressful week.
    Forcing
her eyes back to his face, she couldn't stop the shiver of awareness that moved
through her. The man was absolute perfection.  His dark wavy hair had her
longing to run her fingers through it; the impulse startled her. What she had
witnessed was screwing with her mind, she thought, surprised by the desire that
struck her. "Yes I am, and I really need to get out of here for a few
minutes." Not meaning to be rude she swept by him and quickly walked up
the stairs, pushing through the door.
    She couldn't
breathe, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt Scarlett's feelings. Her
heart was racing and her body was feeling things that made no sense to her; for
reasons she couldn’t explain she felt like crying. Finding her way to the
buffet she opened one of the bottles of champagne and filled a glass to the
rim; she wasn’t normally a drinker, but just then she felt a powerful need for
alcohol. She hoped it would calm her down and help her to make sense of things.
    She took a
deep gulp of the bubbly liquid and coughed as it went down too quickly, choking
her. What was wrong with her, she wondered miserably. It wasn’t exactly a
normal day for her, but she was a sensible woman, not a child, and there was no
reason for her to freak out because she got turned on watching people being
beaten. Fighting mentally with herself, she took another big gulp of the
champagne.
    "Are
you okay?" The girl wasn't part of his world, and it was clear she had
been upset by what she'd seen. He had warned Daniel that bringing someone like
her into their world was not a good idea.
    Carla
jumped and spilled the glass of champagne down the front of her dress. Grabbing
a cloth napkin, she blotted away the dampness as tears fell from her eyes. 
"I'm fine." Now she was acting like a blubbering idiot, on top of
obviously being a sex fiend who was turned on by the scenes downstairs.
    “Calm
down, sweetheart." Without even knowing why he did it, he walked over and
pulled the girl's small form into his arms. She stiffened and he was about to
let her go when she wrapped her arms around him and held on tight, sobbing.
    For the
first time in his life, Jason was at a loss as to what to do. The only thing he
could think of was to hold her against his chest until her sobs subsided. 
    What was
she doing? She felt horrified with her actions as she pushed out of the
stranger's arms.  "I'm s-sorry," she whimpered pitifully, having no
idea what had come over her. He smelled so good and she was surprised to find
she wanted to throw herself back into his arms, even as her face burned in
embarrassment. 
    Looking
down at her petite form he found himself thinking she looked like a doll,
despite the tears that filled her beautiful eyes. She was definitely a beauty
he thought.  "Mind telling me what's wrong? Maybe I can help."  He
smiled in an effort to lighten her mood; a crying woman that wasn't kneeling at
his feet was something he had little experience with.
    When he
smiled, she felt as though the breath had been knocked from her body and she
trembled in awareness.  "I, um, well." She was so embarrassed that
she couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone express it. It didn't help that
he was drop-dead gorgeous. She parted her lips to try and speak, but all that
escaped was a sigh of longing.
    He
chuckled deeply, surprised to feel his cock twitch as she stared at him like
something she wanted to devour. He was a man, but women didn’t normally turn
him on unless they were kneeling and calling him master. "Sweetheart, if
you keep looking at me like that, this conversation is going to take place in
my bedroom."
    "I, I
was- wasn't looking at…" Her cheeks burned even hotter, if