The night clerk turned and retrieved an envelope delivered by a messenger service and two fax messages from my box. Entering my suite, I collapsed on ...he sofa and examined my mail. The letter was from Richard and I noted it had been picked up by the messenger service from his office at 1:58 pm, as he had said well before he could possibly have received Ellen's call. Since I already knew the essence of its contents, I laid it aside for the moment and read the two faxes.The first was from Ellen,. He had been all suave and domineering, there. And she'd been more than interested in the fantasy. The little power games they played out had been quite enjoyable. And when he'd started telling her to do things when she was offline, she had done them, too.And it had been fun. Very fun.Then they had met. Somehow this man who was interesting, literate, and intelligent had been physically blessed as well.He was tall, with deep mocha eyes that drew her in and kept her captive. Thirty minutes later. " It haunts me," Jason said. "My innocent sister is definitely not so innocent. She proved it that first time and every time since." Every time?" Lenore asked."I always try to leave Ashley begging me for more or for me to stop because she can't take more," I admitted.Lenore grinned. "I think I'll have to try that someday. But not today. Sorry Mark, but you shower alone."Jason laughed as Lenore flounced off. I followed and then Jason closed the gate behind us as he led Angelique to a table on. I had already drank three glasses of Fiona's extravagant champagne, and was asking for another. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings since the obscurity didn't reveal much of anything around me. All I could do was gawk at Fiona's smooth bare legs in front of me... those agile muscles begging for a suitable caress, or possibly a long glaze from my moistened tongue. And as she poured the intoxicating liquor into my glass, our eyes froze together in a serious gaze. I knew at that.