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A tailored suit enhanced his broad shoulders, and the open shirt collar  framed his corded throat. Sensuality darkened his chiseled features as  he smiled down at her. She could happily stare at him for hours, just  taking in all that was Jake.

He slid her chair back from the table as if it held a feather pillow  rather than a very ample woman. "I'm going to escort you home and check  on your dog."

"My dog?" Her brains must have been overtaken by the alcohol … or something.

His smile disappeared. "Don't you still have the pup?"

"Rhage? Of course I do."

"Good. Let's go." He grasped her upper arms with strong hands and effortlessly lifted her to her feet.

Her heart fluttered as if buffeted by a gusting wind.

Uzuri handed Jake Rainie's bag. "So you were with the bachelor party?"

With his attention on Uzuri, Rainie managed to inhale.

"I was," Jake answered Uzuri. "By the way, when I checked the trainee  records last night, I saw your goals haven't been updated recently. Do  so before next weekend, please."         

     



 

Blinking in surprise, Uzuri glanced at Rainie.

Oh yeah, he got me too. Rainie bugged out her eyes at her friend.

Jake turned in time to see. He bent down to whisper in Rainie's ear, "Be  careful, subbie. I'd enjoy another excuse to turn that fine ass of  yours bright red."

A shiver ran from the top of her spine right down to her toes … and he chuckled.

Turning, he nodded at the Mistress who stood at the other end of the table. "Anne, when you get some time, I'd-"

"Why, if it isn't Rainie." The shrill voice from nearby scraped away Rainie's composure like fingernails on a chalkboard.

Don't be real. Even the Gods wouldn't be so evil. Slowly, Rainie turned  to see her old high school classmate. Life really wasn't fair sometimes.

Praying Jake and the others wouldn't notice, Rainie walked toward her. "Hello, Mandy."

"Fancy meeting you here." The brunette smirked. "I'm sure you remember Jefferson and Clay, don't you?"

The Gods of Cruelty were feeling lively that evening since the woman's  two companions were also high school classmates. They'd ridiculed Rainie  when she was poor, socially inept, and in dirty, ragged clothing. Their  scorn had increased after they'd seen her on the streets with the drug  dealer.

The two men looked her up and down as if assessing how much she'd charge for a blowjob.

Her mouth twisted. She'd never turned tricks. Ever.

Jefferson said, "I didn't realize they permitted your kind in nice clubs. How'd you get in the door?"

"How do you think, bro?" Clay made kissy noises. "Probably gave the bouncer a blowjob and-"

A second later, Jake moved right up into Clay's air space, his face set into hard lines of anger.

"Whoa, man." Clay stumbled back a step. "Hey, you're Jennifer's brother. Jake, right?"

"I take it you don't get out from under your rock often enough to  recognize a bachelorette party?" Jake's raised voice carried to the  surrounding tables.

He was defending her.

Rainie's skin went hot, went cold.

"Now listen-" Jefferson blustered.

"Perhaps your education is lacking in how a man should address a woman.  I'll be happy to instruct you. Shall we move this outside, gentlemen?"  Jake's voice held a fillet-sharp edge.

Clay and Jefferson flushed and retreated several more steps.

Mandy whined, "Jaaake, you don't-"

She received a look only a Shadowlands' Master could deliver, and her bright red lips shut so fast the lipstick smeared.

As Jake advanced on the two men, they glanced at each other, trying to  decide how to withdraw without further loss of face. Cowards.

A second later, they backed away.

"Not going to fight over a piece of trash," Jefferson muttered once out of reach. They disappeared into the crowd.

Rainie let out the breath she'd been holding.

Mandy sneered at Rainie's low-cut bustier and short skirt before tilting  her chin toward Jake. "I see you figured out how to get him, didn't  you?" Her snide tone hadn't changed from a decade ago when her gang of  mean girls spotted Rainie staring at Jake. Their cutting remarks still  rotted in Rainie's memory, surfacing when her spirits were low.

As Jake walked back, Mandy sidled away.

Jake watched her leave, shaking his head. He glanced at Rainie, then  over her shoulder, and his anger transformed to amusement. "No wonder  the boys surrendered the field."

Rainie spun.

Ben stood nearby, his brawny arms folded over his huge chest. She was so  used to his amiable grin that she'd forgotten how dangerous he could  appear. While Jake was a razor-sharp blade, capable of slicing a man  into thin strips, Ben was a cudgel designed to flatten them into the  ground.

Like an elegant stiletto knife, Mistress Anne stood beside Ben, and the deadly glint in her eyes would make anyone afraid.

Warily, Rainie edged over to stand beside Uzuri.

"Scary, aren't they?" Uzuri said under her breath, visibly trembling.

"Yeah." In the Shadowlands, Rainie had viewed whippings, knife-play,  needle-play-but the tops always had everything under control. They were  careful, even when blood flowed. But here, the open threat of  uncontrolled violence had turned her stomach.

After talking quietly for a minute, Jake, Anne, and Ben joined them.

"You okay?" Jake's gaze swept Uzuri and Rainie.

Although Uzuri nodded, her color was more gray than brown.

Ben set a big hand on her shoulder. "Nobody's going to hurt you, honey. Not while I'm here."         

     



 

Jake stopped next to Rainie and lifted his brows. "And you, sweetling?"

Answering in the affirmative would be a lie, and annoying him right then  would be unwise. So she dodged the question. "Thank you for the help."

Having him jump to defend her was …  She couldn't even say how that made  her feel. Was her shaking from her ex-classmates' cruelty or from the  surprise of being protected?

How amazing. Really. She'd actually been rescued by a knight in shining  armor. Rainie wrapped her arms around herself, wanting to cling to the  sensation of being cared for.

If only Jake had saved her from pirates or criminals, but nooo, her  attackers were people who'd known her. They hadn't been surprised to see  her dressed like a hooker-because they thought she was.

It wouldn't matter if she wore the most respectable of designer  clothing. They'd never let her forget her past. And she'd never escape  them, not in Florida.

A little sick, she asked, "Can we leave now, Ben?"

Jake wrapped an arm around her. "You get Uzuri and Anne home, Ben. I'm taking Rainie."







"Thanks for the ride," Rainie said as Jake parked his car.

Her voice sounded better, he thought, as if she'd finally recovered from  whatever screwed-up shit had happened at the nightclub. "Not a  problem."

"I can see myself in." She jumped out.

Jake joined her on the sidewalk and took her arm. "My mother would disown me if I didn't escort a lady to her door."

She gave a huff of exasperation, but then smiled. "Did you inherit that stubbornness from her?"

"Most assuredly." His spirits lightened. Not much kept this woman down. He admired that.

Didn't admire where she lived though. The damp night air brushed over  his face as he walked her to a poorly lit, three-story apartment  building. The closest streetlight was dark-shot out was his guess. The  landscaping consisted of several dying bushes surrounded by weeds  growing through sun-bleached bark mulch. How did Rainie stand it here?

Maybe it was the suit she'd worn, but he'd gotten the impression she had  a good-paying job-so why live here? This wasn't a safe place for a  woman.

As they approached the end unit, she rummaged in her bag for her keys.

Her wide shawl cover-up fell open, and he reluctantly pulled it back  together for her while inhaling her light, sensual scent. "Better keep  this closed."

"Excellent idea." Her eyes darkened, and the pain he'd seen during the  confrontation reappeared. "I wouldn't want to give the place a bad  name."

"Rainie." He touched her cheek, wanting to comfort.

"Sorry. Old history." She shook her head as if to dislodge the past. "I  really appreciate the way you rescued me." Humor returned to her face.  "You're a regular paragon of chivalry. I would have said a knight in  shining armor, but you're closer to a gentleman pirate, like in old  Errol Flynn movies or … or even Dread Pirate Roberts."

"Mmmhmm." Nice imagination. "Seems like a pirate should get a reward for  saving a fancy lady. Doesn't the code of the seas state that after  rescuing, then comes the ravishing?"

She had a gorgeous laugh, easy and open, sounding as if it came from  inside her chest rather than a fake one from her throat. This was a  woman he'd enjoy ravishing.

"I think those are more like guidelines than rules," she said seriously, although the glint in her eyes revealed laughter.

Moving closer, crowding her, he ran his finger down the sweet curve of  her cheek. "You know, in a role-play, if booty isn't offered … it's  taken."