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to the VIP lounge. He could always rely on the nightclub aptly called Fore Play to soothe the tensions in his life.
    The memories of ages long past which lingered, haunting him, waking or sleeping. Humans should never remember their past lives, but then he wasn’t human, not entirely.
    He twisted around, reaching for his beer, and felt the press of a soft body at his back. The light caress of warm breath circled his ear and neck and a voice husky and low whispered to him. A sirens call his body responded to instinctively.
    “Hey there, care for some company?”
    He turned his bottle of beer in one hand and looked down at the small woman who plastered herself to his chest. Eyes the color of storm clouds gazed up at him with a sexual promise. Long dark hair cascaded over her slim shoulders and down her trim waist. His free hand caressed the curve of her hip through her tight skirt and couldn’t help but notice her full breasts pulling at the form-fitting silk shirt.
    His cock stiffened against the zipper of his slacks. “It depends on what you have in mind,” he spoke close to her ear, her perfume—something dark and exotic—teased his senses.
    He eyes closed as the images of tangled sheets and entwined bodies began to sharpen in his mind for the brief moment it hung tantalizing him with promises before it hazed and shaped into a face he knew better than his own. An ice blue gaze framed with ebony hair deflated his interest quicker than a cold shower.
    Damn, even his body betrayed him.
    Since they decided to see where things led, Darius did his damndest to avoid his best friend. Not such an easy task when they lived in the same house. Okay, mansion, but they still lived in the same wing where running into each other was a given. To say the tension between them thickened to the consistency of pea soup was not an overstatement. After two days of near collisions— Darius fled to the only place he knew would give him any respite he so desperately craved.
    Or so he thought.
    And here he stood with a beautiful woman wrapped around him like saran wrap and all he could think about was Simon. As if summoned by his thoughts the object of his torture moved through the crowded room and his icy gaze zeroed in on him like a beacon in the mass of humanity. With a determined stride, he plowed his way toward Darius. His gaze stopped on the woman still clinging to him like a second skin and gave her a curious look.
    Simon leaned negligently against the bar and smiled, his eyes never straying from the woman. “I thought you’d be here.”
    “Yeah, where else would I be.” He took a long pull of his beer and suddenly wished the woman plastered to him would leave.
    And that just proved how fucked up, he really was.
    “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your lady friend here?”
    “Lady friend meet Simon.”
    “Smooth.” He laughed, shaking his head before turning that bright white smile on the woman with a calculated gleam in his gaze. “Darius here lacks a few social graces, I’m afraid. Have we met before?”
    “Not in this life.” The woman laughed softly, giving him the once over before she moved closer to stand between the two of them. “The way you both look, I can forgive the lackluster introduction. I’ll even let you both make it up to me,” she added with a sultry, half lidded look.
    “Any other time, babe and I’d take you up on that. Sadly right now we are officially on the clock.”
    Darius’s eyes narrowed, wondering what new disaster was unfolding. The idea loosened muscles he didn’t even know were tense. “Then we better get going. Perhaps a rain check?”
    “Anytime, you know where to find me, and you must bring your friend along.” She gave them both a slow, seductive onceover before taking a step back from them. Her eyes flashed gold in the darkened room. “The name is Rhea. I will be around if you need me.” Her cryptic words rang through their heads as she turned, blending in with the press of