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Goldie moving toward them. She stopped dead when she saw the tender way Jacob massaged the other man’s arms and then legs.
    “Where is your master?”
    “He left, Sir, to go with Master J. I was staying as punishment. I deserved to stay, Sir.”
    “What is your name, sub?”
    “Andy, Sir.” Andy cast a quick glance in Goldie’s direction before dropping his eyes hastily at Jacob’s raised eyebrow. “Sorry, Sir.”
    “When you can walk, go home. Your master won’t be back for a while, and the club is closed for tonight.” He raised his voice. “The same goes for the rest of you. Whatever scene you’re in, it ends now. Go home!”
    Goldie sank down onto another chair, and she screeched when the world tilted. Strong hands grabbed her round the waist, and Jacob’s amused laughter skittered over her face.
    “Careful, Goldilocks. There is no need to live up to your name.”

C HAPTER F OUR
    Goldie closed her eyes and sank into the fragrant bubbles with a sigh of appreciation. Her eyes flew open again when the door creaked, and Jacob appeared with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. She shrank down into the bubbles, and he chuckled. He placed the hot chocolate on the side of the bath and propping himself up either side of the bath, lowered his head until his mouth hovered over hers. He was so close their breaths mingled until he pulled back with another smile.
    “Such a shame Jase claimed you. We could have so much fun on our own. Alas.” He picked up her discarded dress and sniffed it with a wicked smile that did strange things to her insides. Goldie was glad the bubbles hid her body’s reaction, and she frowned when he tucked the dress under one arm and went to leave.
    “Hey, where are you taking my dress? I haven’t got anything else to wear.”
    “I told you, while you’re here, Jase will want you naked. Now enjoy your soak. When you get out, there is food on the kitchen table. And some more instructions you’ll want to follow. It will make things easier for you.”
    He left, leaving Goldie wondering what those other instructions were. Having soaked away the unfamiliar soreness in her nether regions, she wrapped herself into one of the huge fluffy towels and went in search of food. When they had arrived at the sibling’s living quarters, situated above the club, Jacob had explained that they shared the living and kitchen area. Each triplet had their own bedroom, complete with en suite bathroom. He hadn’t divulged whose was whose, but she’d assumed that the bathroom he installed her in had to be Jason’s. Certainly the simple, muted, and extremely masculine design and queen-size bed screamed Jason Stanhope to her. As did the array of BDSM equipment. Thankfully among the assortment of toys she’d spotted in the wardrobe, there hadn’t been anything too nasty. Certainly no whips, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps whips weren’t his thing. They were clearly Catalina’s.
    There had been no mistaking which room was hers. She had the same huge bed, covered in black sheets, but it had been the huge array of chains and whips on the wall that had made Goldie hurry out of there. She had no intention of spending any time in that room, thank you very much, despite what had happened in the hallway. And she wasn’t going to examine that too closely either. She’d never been attracted to a woman before. Maybe there was something in the air out here. Yeah that was it, all this fresh air was going to her head and had turned her into—well, she wasn’t thinking about that either.
    The huge American style fridge held an assortment of soft and alcoholic drinks, and Goldie grabbed one of the ice-cold bottles of water and held it to her flaming cheeks. Her body didn’t seem to be listening to her attempts to reason herself out of her feelings. Instead, she grew wet just remembering that scene in the hallway. She ought to be embarrassed, but the other, reckless part of her, the part she had kept tightly