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thirty-minute drive to El
Diablo and Mr. Collins wants you there as soon as possible.”
    “I was hoping I could go straight to my room.”
    “Your suite is at The El Diablo.
It’s a luxury hotel and has everything you’ll need. Mr. Collins
wants to meet with you but I don’t think you’ll be working
tonight.”
    We got in and Sam tried to sit on
my lap but I shoved him over. He never figured out that he wasn’t a
lap dog and he always managed to finagle at least half his body
onto mine when I sat on the couch at home. The limo was no
different.
    Luxury hotel was an
understatement. The fountains looked like they came directly from
the Bellagio in Vegas.
    Carl drove away and we followed
another man inside; same build, same good looks, and same demeanor.
Why did the wealthy surround themselves with such extraordinary
beauty? Normal people needed jobs too.
    The inside was just as riveting as
the outside. For thirty days this would be my life. I inhaled the
smell of money.
    “Damian is eligible. He’s hot and
he’s rich. You could do much worse.” Raul’s words whispered from
under his breath while we walked to the elevator.
    “Shh, behave smart ass.”
    We watched through the glass
enclosure as we went up to the top floor.
    “We’re at the top?” I asked our
escort.
    “Almost. There is one more floor
but the only way to get there is to use one of Mr. Collin’s private
elevators.
    Noticing the plural use of the
word “elevator,” I again realized how far out of my depth I
was.
    My escort placed a folded piece of
expensive parchment paper in my hand. Five numbers boldly stared
back at me.
    “The access code for your rooms.”
    I punched in the number and
entered a large foyer. Wow, it was incredible. Samson began to
sniff out his new surroundings and I realized he needed a walk to
take care of his business and I said so.
    Follow me please. We followed him
through the cavernous rooms to a set of French doors. Stepping
outside, sparkling lights showed off an amazing outdoor oasis. It
wrapped around the building and was about twelve feet wide. A four
foot wall separated the garden from the Houston skyline. Real grass
was under my feet, I could smell it.
    “Mr. Collins assigned me and my
co-worker to take Samson to the park when you are not available.
Hotel staff will see to the dog waste left out here. Mr. Collins
has been notified of your arrival and he’ll be here in a few
minutes. Mr. Garcia I need to show you to your suite.”
    My eyes met Raul’s. I knew he
wouldn’t leave if I wanted him here. I was hoping he would be
sharing rooms with me but apparently that wasn’t an
option.
    “I’ll be fine. Get settled and call me in an
hour.”
    He kissed my cheek and walked
away. I knew my eyes were larger than his. We were so not in Kansas
anymore.
    Once I was alone, I traveled down
a large hallway and peered into several rooms before I located the
master suite. There was another set of French doors and Sam whined
to be let out again. He needed to mark his territory. I followed
him and walked to the wall looking out over the city of
Houston.
    “I knew you would love the view.”
    I jumped and turned
simultaneously. His dimples flashed and I inhaled sharply. The man
whose memory made my panties moist stood in front of me. He was
wearing black sweatpants, running shoes, and nothing else. His hand
was holding a bottle of water and a fine sheen of sweat coated his
incredible chest. He did this to me on purpose. I hadn’t packed my
vibrator damn it.
    “Is the club here at the hotel?”
    “So eager to begin
working?”
    “Yes, the sooner I start, the
sooner I can leave.”
    “How you wound me Mistress Lydia.”
    “Do you want me for your Mistress?
I would love to use a bullwhip on your damp skin?”
    His laugh was low, sexy, and had
my panties drenched before he finished. This man played havoc with
my libido.
    “No, my fantasy is you tied to my
bed, your legs spread, and your screams filling the room while