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gauge if she was as open-minded as he'd hoped.
    The limo pulled up, and when the chauffeur opened the door for Meg, Aidan's cock twitched in appreciation. How he yearned to sink into her warmth. 
    Glancing around, she pulled up the bodice of her exquisite dress and smoothed the extremely short skirt over stocking-clad legs. When she reached back into the car, the hem of her skirt rose up, giving him a glimpse of her skimpy underwear.
    He stood by the window, mesmerized by her movements, and watched as she teetered into the warehouse in a pair of fuck-me heels. He'd keep his distance, but stay close enough to rescue her if needed. Because of her appearance, it wouldn't take long until someone cornered her and tried to make her theirs for the night. By no means did he consider himself a jealous man, but something about Meg made him understand the nature of Neanderthals—she was his, no one else's.

Chapter Three
    Meg stepped through frosted pillars and followed a path between ice-covered trees into Narnia. Mesmerizing LED snowflakes floated around the cavernous room, and blue lights illuminated hundreds of icicles hanging from a vast ceiling. A cacophony of Christmas music and laughter hit her in vibrating waves. Her pulse drummed in time to the music, and if it wasn't for the possibility of seeing Aidan, she'd have sprinted back to the limo. It took a few seconds for her sight to adjust to the lighting, and when it did, her gaze darted around the undulating crowd looking for him.
    Masked revelers laughed, danced, and drank. A few feet from her, a snow-white curtain fluttered open. She had to look twice. A woman on all fours writhed on a tabletop while being spanked by a half-naked man. By the contorted desire on both of their faces, they relished every minute. Meg's mouth formed a stunned
O
. The man behind the curtain caught her staring and beckoned to her with a crooked finger, but with a hard swallow and a quick shake of her head, Meg took several shaky steps back. She tried not to stare, really she did, but the sight both embarrassed and enthralled her. Ellory was right to keep her in the dark. If she'd told her it was some type of rich peoples' sex party, she might never have come.
    She looped around the outskirts of the heaving dance floor in search of Aidan. If he'd taken such elaborate steps to get her here, why was he hiding? When she saw no sign of him, she waded deeper into the Christmas-themed room. Bodiless hands stroked and pawed her. The next person to touch her without permission was going to be on the receiving end of her fist.
    An arm snaked around her waist. She curled her fingers and swung her fist backward, but before she made contact, a strong hand caught it and pinned it by her side. Fingers swept her hair behind her ear, and soft lips nuzzled her neck. Woodsy cologne cocooned her in a blanket of safety.
    Aidan.
Relief poured through her veins and a small moan squeaked from her lips. She tried to turn around, but his arm held her firm.
    "I'm glad you decided to come," he whispered, pushing up the ruffles of her skirt. He pressed against her butt and a pleasant thrill ran down her legs. To say he had an erection didn't come close to describing how hard he was.
    "Me too, I think."
    He laced his fingers between hers and led her to a curtained booth with white leather seats and a small drinks table. "Sit yourself down."
    She perched on the edge of a chair, glad for the invitation because the nervous energy swamping her blood stream was about to make her run all the way home. A waiter appeared with two glasses and a magnum of champagne in an ice bucket. Would it seem strange if she picked up the bucket and poured the contents over her head? Not even that would be enough to cool her feverish skin, though. The waiter left with a bow and swished the curtains closed.
    Not knowing what else to do, Meg shoved her hands beneath her thighs and shyly glanced at Aidan. His lips pursed and his brow creased. Was he