The light flickered but didn’t move. DAMN IT! I scanned the darkness, the realization that I wasn’t alone dawning on me. A thread of anger flared ...cross my skin, leaving it feeling warm. ‘Come out you son of a bitch, I know you’re there!’ I shouted. Male laughter was my only reward to my bravery, but I knew who it belonged to. My anger deepened and I breathed one word, ‘Tannon.’ Suddenly he was there, standing beside the mannequin of the other man. Where my French consort had been sculpted and. Last week, in a moment of despair, he had blurted out everything he was feeling to the masseuse. Now, he was afraid of how she saw him. Will she treat me like a spoiled child? Will it be evident in the way she moves and how she acts? Why did I even open my big mouth? Ryan vowed to himself that if she displayed any of those things, he would have her fired.Paula arrived with a smile and a song running through her head. She greeted him warmly and set her supplies on the table. She was dressed. "Met indeed," came a voice from behind them. All eight of them spun in their saddles, reaching for their guns. Only Huck's voice kept them from clearing leather."About time John, I'd expected a warmer welcome." Sorry, but there are two roads into town you know, and I can't quite watch both of them." I suppose that's true," Huck dismounted and walked over to the younger man, and the pair exchanged a warm hug."This is John Cantor, an associate of mine," Huck said. "He already knows who each of. I decided to ask again and, once again, she declared that she had never partaken. I hadn't either. I had told a close friend about what a dirty slut this woman was-the things we had done even before tonight were too good not to share and he made it clear how jealous he was. In fact, after sharing some of the pics and messages she had sent to me he had developed somewhat of an obsession to also experience this wonderful slut. Nervously I directed the conversation towards the idea of him coming.