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know why I did that. I’ve never hit anyone before.”
    He used a finger to lift her chin. “I hope you know I’d never force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
    She read his words and nodded.
    “Kaiya, you’ve been holed up in this room for three days straight,” he continued, doing a mixture of speaking and signing. “It’s not healthy.”
    He was right. She’d even slept in here, hunched over her desk. Kaiya raised her arm, smelled her armpit and grimaced. The mystery of what Cipher had done had become an addiction.
    “All right,” she signed. “I need to clean up and I will come to dinner.”
    He smiled, although most would consider his smile more predatory than humorous. It made the scar on his face twist into something fierce and dangerous looking, but all it did was immediately turn on her libido. How could she have ignored both Gabby and Boone like that? He took her hand in his and escorted her up the stairs.
    Her luggage had arrived and was stored into Cipher’s old bedroom. Kaiya had yet to use the bed. The first time she’d been in there, the room had smelled like moldy gym shorts and cigarettes, so she’d opened the window to air it out. Now, it wasn’t that smelly, but the filth still lingered. One reason she’d slept at her desk was that she couldn’t imagine sleeping on the sheets, especially since she had no idea what’d happened on them before her arrival. Living the past three days in the clubhouse, she’d seen lots of things. And positions. She pursed her lips. There probably wasn’t a place that hadn’t been used for sex. What a difference between where she’d come from and here. The lack of cleanliness might have been a bit disturbing but what had caused it all was a turn-on as well. Maybe she should buy some toys.
    Would Boone and Gabby mind using a dildo on me?
    The question brought lascivious thoughts to mind, like being one of the people getting it on out in plain sight. There were many fantasies she wanted to explore. Perhaps it was time to put her work into perspective and tear her prim little doll image to shreds.
     
    * * * *
     
    One week later…
     
    Her office was finally starting to show some semblance of order. The room smelled like lemon furniture polish, the trash had been taken out and the ashtrays removed. The carpet had been vacuumed within an inch of its life. She even had one of those scented plug-ins to give the room a little more perfume.
    On the floor rested her unmarked box of toys she had yet to carry to her bedroom. She sighed. She really ought to move that away, just in case someone thought to open it. No doubt, they’d probably steal the contents for themselves. How embarrassing it would be to see some of them men using the toys she’d bought for herself.
    Right next to the box were rows of neat stacks of papers, stuff she had to sift through carefully to figure out what they were. Her grandfather had several accountants, each doing their best to put a legitimate spin on the illegal activities that made Hiro Matsumoto a very wealthy man. He had often forgotten how she could read lips, and his men had talked freely. She’d learned from the best. She was positive she could make the Men of Hell look as though rose petals floated out of their asses. First, however, she had to uncover the little mystery Cipher had left behind. The books didn’t make sense, but if there was one thing Kaiya never backed away from, it was a challenge.
    Boone appeared at her door, and she smiled at him, gesturing for him to come in. It had been almost two weeks since she’d arrived, and in that time, the three of them had talked. Somewhat. Stilted conversations and her focus on the books hadn’t helped them learn about one another. Regret flashed through her. She’d hoped they’d be sharing a bed by now.
    “Hello, Kaiya,” Boone said. He strolled in and sat on one of the folding chairs.
    She read his lips and picked up a notebook and pen. “Hi,” she