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me a purpose in
this dull existence of mine. I dodged the crowd and searched for the door,
hoping and praying for him to appear.
    For heaven’s sake, people, get out of my way.
    I moved a few steps closer. The swarm parted for me as if I
were some queen or movie star or something. Finally I got a clear view. But of
course nothing. No one who piqued my interest or thawed my icy blood arrived on
the perverted club’s doorstep.
    Just as I started to turn away, a tall man with dark hair
stepped through the double doors. My blood melted just a smidgen. Hope bloomed
in my heart.
    “Frank?” I whispered.
    I continued to walk—sashay really, in case it was him—toward
the door. The crowd parted farther. Tunnel vision seized me and I moved as if
in a dream. In spite of my sore feet, I would get there, I would. If Frank had
come to see me, not even raw, bleeding feet could stop me.
    If the room had been quiet, surely the skidding of my
stilettoes on tile would’ve sent a screech to the ceiling and back.
    My eyes widened. I blinked and rubbed at them. Should I
trust what I saw?
    Then he smiled at me and the screech wasn’t my shoes but my
voice. Joy leaped from my chest and sent me flying across the space between us.
I launched myself into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist.
    “Frank. Oh Frankie.” I cupped his square jaw and rained
kisses over his cheeks, chin, nose, that sexy mouth that used to do amazing
things to my pussy and breasts. Even to my heart. “What are you doing here?”
    “I was just about to ask you the same thing.” He glanced
around. The grin faded but his big hands massaged my ass and sent fire racing
through my cunt. “I thought you left, married that asshole lawyer. Does he know
you’re moonlighting again?”
    My mouth devoured his neck. The pussy-wetting scent of his
familiar manly cologne brought memories of our marriage and our later hot
meetings in the back room rushing to the forefront of my mind. “We’re getting a
divorce.”
    He drew back. His jade eyes twinkled. “Really? What
happened?”
    I slid down his hard body, noting the bulk of his cock on my
belly. I waved a dismissive hand then reached for his. The warmth of his palm
and fingers laced in mine made me sigh, smile. “Oh you know, controlling,
jealous, pretty much just plain mean as hell. The usual. I should have seen it
all along. But enough of that. Gosh, it’s so good to see you.”
    He closed his eyes and moaned as if he’d just bitten into a
decadent bonbon. “Mmm, you too, baby. You too.”
    “Come on.” I dragged him past the dance floor area with its
ramped-up orgy going on. “I don’t have any bookings. We’ll get caught up and
spend some time together in the back. Free of charge. It’s on me.”
    He tugged on my hand and stopped me in mid-step. “Uh,
Jazmine?”
    Alarm sent my pulse into a thready beat. I turned back at
the odd tone in his voice. “W-what?”
    He reached behind him with his free hand, turned and drew
the most stunning brunette forward. She wrapped her arms around his elbow and
rubbed her large breasts against his arm until her nipples poked against her
top.
    My jaw tensed. Crap.
    Her onyx eyes gleamed, not with the jealousy of competition
between two women but with acceptance, even…was that lust? “Hello, Jazmine. I’m
Giovanna, Frank’s new girlfriend.”
    She took my hand so the three of us stood in a connected triangle.
The feminine smoothness made that thing in my soul melt a hint more. Yet if I’d
been a cat my back would’ve arched. My claws would’ve discharged, my fangs exposed
and a growl of hostility would have been forced from my throat.
    What the fuck? Frank was my territory.
    “Jaz…” Frank’s stare penetrated me the way one of those
swords through a heart tattoo did. A broken heart.
    I gulped. My stare bounced from this Giovanna’s breasts and gorgeous
face to Frank’s breathtaking good looks. “Y-yes?”
    “Gio and I, we’d like to…”
    I yanked my