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During that summer, Annalee Roberts had nearly broken the young girl—terrified her to the point that, once her parents returned, she never spoke of it. And she had never forgotten it.
They hadn’t raped her; and to this day, Jaci didn’t know what had stopped them. But they had tormented her. Tortured her. They spanked her for the slightest infraction. They humiliated her, broke her confidence down. Threatened her and her parents, allowed her to see things she should never have seen and hear things that marked her, where her own sexuality was concerned.
The weeks she and Jaci had spent in her parent’s Colorado cabin had been enlightening for her, as well as for Jaci. She was the only person Jaci had ever revealed the truth to, and Jaci knew Moriah would never reveal those secrets.
Now they were both determined to make their stand. The younger woman was the only true ally Jaci had. She would be the only person who could help her when that particular showdown came.
As she moved back into the ballroom, she came to a slow stop just within the wide double doors that had been thrown back to open the buffet room into the ballroom.
She could feel Cam. He was there, his gaze sliding over her, touching her.
She was wearing the dress he had bought her, the shoes, the panties, and the stockings, and she could feel him claiming ownership of her.
A second later, her gaze was drawn across the room; it locked with his, and she could have sworn the ballroom receded as she stared back at him. There was only the two of them.
How interesting. She had heard of the phenomena, had heard others speak of it. How the world and their vision narrowed down to one person, one event, one moment in time. And that was how it happened.
The scar at the side of his face was wicked white, indicating his anger. His expression was brooding, his thick black hair was pulled back to his nape, and the evening clothes did nothing to hide the powerful frame beneath.
He was a man in his prime—intent, dominant, and ready to take what belonged to him. Tonight, he would take her. She could feel it. The knowledge of it was rushing through her veins, heating her, sensitizing her, making her aware of all the ways she was a woman. And he was the man that would own her.
She had hoped to face this moment later—after she had dealt with the Robertses, after she had proven to herself that she wasn’t weak, that she could fight them on their own turf.
The knowledge that she had run from the Robertses, when she was younger, had haunted her for five years. She had been weak, too weak to know what they were before they had struck, too weak to strike back. She wasn’t weak anymore, she told herself. She had learned how to face the world.
But she hadn’t learned how to handle Cam or the desires he caused to burn inside her. She hadn’t learned how to handle the knowledge that, with very little effort on his part, she was going to love him with an intensity that had the power to destroy her. From the moment she had seen him, when she had been no more than a young teen, something within her had known he was important to her. And that hadn’t changed.
The Robertses had been an excuse, when it came to her forming no intimate attachments. In a blinding moment of insight, she saw that now. She had refused to go to Cam, so she had needed an excuse, a reason not to allow another man to touch her, to take her. Because she couldn’t forget him. She couldn’t get him out of her mind or her heart, and every man she had met she compared to him, and they had fallen far short of the mark.
How immature she had been, she thought, as he began to move across the room. How stupid. How much time she had wasted coming to him. Because she was frightened. Because she knew she would have to face parts of herself that she wasn’t certain she wanted to face. Parts of herself that she knew Cam would force her to face now.
Dealing with the Robertses, as well as what she knew would develop between her and Cam, was going to require some careful stepping. Cam wasn’t the type of man who would let her handle it on her own if he knew what was going on. She would have to watch herself, but even more, she would have to keep a closer eye on what the Robertses were doing.
She had worked for five years to gain the power to face them on their own turf. All she needed now was the setup. Moriah would help provide that, but it would take time. And with Cam around, time wasn’t something she would have a lot of.
She stood her ground now, took a slow, deep breath, and let her smile touch her lips as Cam stopped within a breath of her.
His gaze raked over her, the force of it stroking the flames inside her hotter, higher.
“Good evening, Cam,” she greeted him softly, aware of those around them watching them curiously.
His gaze slid over her breasts then to her eyes. “Are you having fun?” he asked her, the gentleness of his voice sending a flashpoint of warning up her spine.
“Actually, I am. ” She tightened her fingers on the small evening clutch she held. Nerves jangled through her system, primitive awareness screamed through her mind. “Are you?”
He leaned closer, a dark smile curling his lips. “Not yet. But I will be before the night’s over. ”
“Ms. Wright. Hello there, Cam. Good to see you here. ”
The spell that had woven around them dissipated at the sound of the booming voice at their side.
Cam eased back, while Jaci flinched, turning to the couple that stood to their side.
She recognized them: Brian and Lenore Zimmer. Brian was tall and balding, his brown hair cut conservatively at the back and sides, the top shining unashamedly. Brian and his wife were lawyers for one of the larger firms in Alexandria. They were upper crust, blue blood, and Lenore had roomed with Annalee in college.
“Hello Brian, Lenore. ” Cam moved to her side, his hand landing at her lower back, a move that proclaimed his possessiveness as well as his protectiveness.
“Brian, Lenore. ” Jaci kept her smile even, polite.
