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was completely happy with her
two men. Their best friends.
    He didn’t even want to guess how Brian would take
his thoughts about China Doll.
    Shutting his brother out of his mind, Brad refocused
on the woman. Letting his imagination shift and move into whatever
path it wanted to travel. As his thoughts moved from one erotic
twist to another, Brad lowered one of his hands to his cock.
    As the images—real and imagined—unfolded he squeezed
and stroked his hard length in a languid motion. Until the fantasy
tightened his form with a tension of need; a desire to bring
himself to ecstasy with her name on his lips.
    As his body cooled once again and the fires of lust
began to abate, he knew he’d have to find her, somehow. He needed
to see her again. See if the connection was real or a figment of
his imagination like the erotic dreams that haunted him.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     

chapter three
     
     
    “ Let me get a large coffee, no
cream extra sugar.” Brad looked around the large glass case dived
between various sandwiches, soups, salads and sweets. “One Turkey
on wheat.”
    “ Anything else, sir?” The guy
behind the counter asked as he rang in each item.
    “ Whatever my brother is getting.”
Brad stepped to the side while Brian scanned the board and made his
selection.
    “ One of your light roast coffee’s
black, please. A chicken salad on artisan.” Brain shifted so Brad
could pay the tab.
    Handing Brad back his credit card and a plastic
number, the cashier said, “Jennifer will bring your order to you in
a few moments, take a seat where ever you’re comfortable.”
    Picking a table close to the window, Brad chose the
side where he could see the people that passed along the street.
Then he stuck the number into a short stand mounted into the edge
of the table so the server could see it.
    “ You plan to tell me why we came
all the way down to the end of town, almost twenty minutes away
from our hotel room for coffee when we could have had that at the
hotel or any other damn place between here and there?”
    Brad had been on a mission since he woke the second
time this morning, with the sun up, to see if he could find the
woman with the moniker China Doll. The last place he had seen her
was downstairs of this place Strong Blends. He hoped that maybe she
frequented this area downtown where more artsy and eclectic shops
were away from the more traditional foot traffic.
    It was almost lunch time and chances were that if
she came here, she probably stopped in for coffee or tea before
work or something. However, he didn’t know where else to start.
    You could ask Alesha, his mind taunted. He still
wasn’t willing to involve anyone else in this search. He glanced
across the table at his twin, ignorant of what plagued him. Brad
did feel a little guilt lying to him, but no need to start a
conversation on something that most likely would amount to
nothing.
    The server gave him a little more time as she came
with a large tray and deposited their orders before them,
correctly.
    Brad offered her a tip.
    Holding up her hand, the tall woman with the spike
short hair held up her hand. “No, thanks, Sir, we get paid very
well. If you all need anything else let us know.” With a small nod
and odd pause, she turned and went back to the counter.
    Brian frowned at the woman’s behavior.
    Brad understood the woman’s mannerisms were probably
connected to what went on downstairs, he choose not to inform
Brian. If Brian knew there was a dungeon below them, and that place
was where their sister and her Dom’s “played” together he would be
out the door in a flash.
    “ No reason. I just wanted to see
more of the city. Heard the coffee was pretty good here.” For
effect, he lifted the mug and took a cautious sip. “Wow, its damn
good.”
    Questions still marring his features, but Brian did
try his. His twin’s face relaxed some. “They were right.”
    They drank their coffee and eat their sandwiches for
a moment in