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She couldn’t give him what he wanted, and it wouldn’t be fair to make him think she would. If she cut their date short, she knew he’d find someone else to fulfill his fantasy for tonight. All the girls wanted Geoff, the school’s star athlete. He could have his pick.
    “Geoff?” She grasped his arm.
    “What is it, Dana?”
    “I’m sorry but … I have to go back.”
    “Did you forget something?”
    She shook her head. “I’m … I’m not feeling well.”
    He frowned, and she was sure he was going to protest.
    “I think…” she covered her mouth with her hand. “I think I might throw up. It must be something I ate.”
    “Oh, damn, don’t throw up.” He knocked on the window between them and the driver and the driver lowered the glass. “Take us back to Dana’s house.”
    Dana kept her hand over her mouth as they pulled up in front of the entrance.
    “I’m so sorry, Geoff. Really.”
    He frowned, but nodded. As she closed the door behind her, she could see Geoff pulling out his cell phone, probably to call another girl to replace her. The car pulled away, leaving her on the doorstep.
    She walked up the stately stone steps and opened the door, then went inside. She sucked in a deep breath, gathering the courage to find Mason and tell him exactly how she felt about him. She would convince him that they could be together, then take his hand and lead him to her bedroom. Once the door closed behind them, they would both succumb to the passionate attraction between them.
    She glanced up the stairs, wondering if he’d gone to his room. But then she saw a light at the end of the hallway, coming from the den. She smiled. He must be in there.
    She slipped off her shoes, not wanting the clack of her heels on the hardwood to alert him to her presence. She wanted to see the surprise on his face when she appeared in the doorway. Then she would lock gazes with him as she walked toward him, feeling his adoring stare on her just like she had when he’d first seen in her prom dress. It had been an amazing feeling, his intense blue eyes staring at her in awe as she’d descended the staircase.
    She wanted to feel that again. She wanted to step into his den, then captivate him with her smile. He would say her name in his deep, sexy voice,then stand up and stride toward her, his eyes glittering as he approached. Then he’d take her in his arms and kiss her passionately, and tell her how happy he was she’d come back to him. She’d confess her love and he would sweep her into his arms and race up the stairs to her bedroom.
    She sighed at the images swirling through her head as she crept along the hallway.
    As she approached the den—her cheeks flushed with excitement at what she was about to do, she thought she heard noises coming from inside. Was someone in there with him? She thought she heard the low murmur of a woman’s voice, then Mason’s.
    She crept closer to the door.
    Then a moan.
    Dana bit her lip as she peered through the partially open door.
    “No, sir. Please don’t,” a woman cried.
    Dana’s eyes widened at the sight of one of the maids—she thought it was Maria—against the wall, with Mason’s body crushed against her.
    Dana’s heart clenched and she wanted to jerk away, but she was mesmerized. What was Mason doing?
    “Oh, sir, we shouldn’t.” Maria pressed her hands against his chest and began to struggle against him.
    Then he thrust forward.
    Dana’s hands covered her mouth, stopping herself from gasping.
    Mason was … Oh, God … he and Maria were …
    She felt faint.
    “Ohhhh,” Maria moaned.
    His hips drew back, then he drove into her again.
    Maria’s hands clutched his shoulders and she pushed against him. “Oh, sir. No.”
    Was Mason taking her against her will?
    “Fucking slut,” he barked. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel it into next week.”
    He jerked her arms over her head and held them there.
    Horrified, Dana watched as the woman struggled