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apparently never satisfied with what she had and always seeking greener grass, was caught, in flagrante delicto, fucking the avant-garde designer, Angel Z, during an after-show party. Marisa’s revenge came with the swift, decisive and very public seduction of Yazmin, Angel Z’s current favorite companion. I sighed. Why was I even bothering to rake up the past or waste my time thinking about those stupid, self-serving, bitches? Esmée and Marisa deserved each other and I deserved...
    Cassie?
    I lifted my gaze; briefly scanning her weather-beaten face before moving down over her lean body. Whew! Even that brief appraisal left me needing a cold shower. Her jeans and the green plaid shirt worn over a toned pale green vest were a little neater than I recalled and, presumably as a concession to London, a pair of Cuban-heeled ankle boots had replaced the black and tan knee-length riding boots. Otherwise, she hadn’t changed at all from the sexy butch who had ridden to my rescue after the Jaguar ran out of road and into a peat bog in the wilds of Scotland. Cassie was the hottest butch I’d come across in my entire life. There was no denying she had all the attributes to attract women in droves so she didn’t need to chase a nonentity like me.
    My body trembled in a cross between excitement and fear at the thought of being pursued by Cassie. I didn’t want to get involved with her, or with anybody. What I needed was a break. Time alone to be myself. To regroup and find a new direction to take my life.
    “Who were you fucking in Paris?”
    Why did she assume I was out on the fuck?
    Did I come across as a bitch in heat prepared to fuck anybody and everybody?
    I sucked in a long calming breath to prevent myself from responding before I’d given my brain and mouth time to synchronize. Cassie had no jurisdiction over me, or my actions; other than those occasions when…if...we ever came together in a Domme/sub situation. Nor had she any right to invade my privacy. After consideration, I chose to ignore her intrusive question and ask a couple of my own instead.
    “Why are you here?” I met her dark brooding gaze with uncharacteristic boldness. “What do you want from me?” The obvious response, one that would put my mind at rest, would be ‘let’s have a return session then we’ll call it quits’ or something along those lines.
    “What do you think?” Cassie’s brow rose with the question. “Did you honestly think I’d just let you walk away from me like that, without permission?” Her tone of voice, backed up by her body language, challenged me to argue the point. “Yeah, I know, you’re wondering why it’s taken me so long to find you?” She shrugged not waiting for me to respond before continuing. “You were a right bitch to track down; that’s why.”
    Heat crawled across my skin. The memory of our one amazing night together resurfaced to ignite an inferno inside my guts. However, her assertion that she wasn’t prepared to let me walk away from her overlooked the fact that I had done just that; and despite her claim to the contrary, Cassie probably hadn’t tried very hard to find me. I shook my head. If she’d really wanted to track me down, she could have done so much sooner and without too much trouble since I hadn’t exactly hidden myself away from the world. Why would I? The truth was much simpler. Following my pre-dawn flight from Auchtercairn, I had never expected to have any contact with Cassie again. Particularly as I hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye or thank her for rescuing me from a cold wet night on the mountain.
    I’d woken early, before five o’clock, the strange bed, and even stranger room, confusing my brain until the pleasant aches creeping across my body reminded me of the night’s events. Not wanting to disturb anybody, particularly Cassie, I ventured downstairs in search of my bag and some clean underwear. Jazzy, my faithful Jaguar XJS convertible, stood in the courtyard where