It’s getting dark now as the cab cruises the streets. I wasn’t sure what to expect, and as we leave the main part of the city, I have to wonder where we’re going.

Maybe outdoors? For some reason, I was thinking it would be an open, beautiful park with trees and lovely flowers. I just like being naked outside, I guess.

That last time was truly amazing.

I suppose I want to replay it, but with all the boys involved, not just one. Even though I enjoy the one on one, I find that without the others, it feels wrong.

Like there’s something missing.

We’re far out into the industrial area now, and I feel a bit worried.

There are no gorgeous parks, theatres, or restaurants out here. The cab pulls up in a wide concrete car park where an old, rusty warehouse glowers over the empty spots.

I get out cautiously, pulling the wrap around my shoulders.

“Are you sure this is the place?” I lean through the window to speak to the cabbie.

“This is the only place where those two streets meet up, ma’am. I can’t think of any other location. I have another fare to pick up, but by all means call me back if you need a ride out of here.”

I nod and wave at him and start walking across the silent car park.

The warehouse is tall and threatening. Some of the upper windows have been knocked out, and the walls are peeling, stained and broken with neglect.

I stand looking up at the warehouse, and the knowledge hits me firmly in my chest.

They know. They’ve always known. They were just playing with me the whole time.

They’ve probably been waiting for the femme fatal to enter the picture.

What a damn fool I’ve been!

I got so distracted by their cocks I couldn’t keep my mind on the job.

As hard as I try to stay angry, a sob escapes my lips as I clutch the red wrap around my shoulders. Tears brim in my eyes, stinging.

My memory is a traitor—right here, right now, bringing up the sensations of their sweet, gentle lips. Their thrilling hands, hard cocks, and incredible stamina. I can’t help but remember the intensity of their eyes, not just one after the other, but how it feels when all three of them are looking at me at the same time.

Ever had a man stare at you as if you are a dream?

A look that says you’re more than just a woman. You’re an enigma, a mystery, and a goddess. Someone who can stoke his passion to its deepest burning and put on her cloak of class to charm the highest of society five minutes later.

Imagine having three men looking at you like that.

Amazing men. Smart, quick, intelligent men.

I know the feeling in their eyes was real. Their hands didn’t lie!

I feel the tears threatening to break free and spill down my cheeks, as I stand lonely and cold in the parking lot.

I don’t want to get any nearer to the warehouse.

I could be in sniper sights right now. The fear is starting to override my sorrow. If they know who I am and what I’m up to, they’ve lured me here to kill me.

They might have many bodies buried here, under the floor.

Perhaps my grave has already been dug.

I can’t bear to think of them turning on me in anger. Accusing me of lying to them. Seeing those beautiful intense eyes going dark with hurt as they contemplate my treachery.

Fuck. When I said the world was fucked up, I had no idea how fucked up it could get.

I pull out my phone, wondering if I can call the cabbie back.

A quick glance shows me there’s no reception. I’m so frustrated I almost smash my phone. A life of discipline stops me from doing so, and I stuff the useless thing back into my clutch purse.

Looks like I have no choice but to start walking—in a ridiculously high heels, a fancy, very short dress, and a red silken wrap.

Hopefully, I hit some reception not far down the road.

Hopefully I’m not in sniper sights right now.

Hopefully the brothers—or their henchmen—aren’t inside the warehouse, waiting to see what I do.

I almost walk away when I turn back and study the windows thoughtfully.

I’m pretty sure there’s no sniper. He would have fired by now.

There’s no reason to wait.

Didn’t Antonio say he had to move his art between warehouses?

Maybe he has a special painting to show me. Maybe he wants me to help choose the pieces for his upcoming show. We might be hitting the club scene or a hot restaurant straight after we catalogue the art.

Thinking even just one of my boys might be inside makes hope bloom in my chest.

I want to believe it, so badly, that when I open the door, one or all will be standing there, smiling, opening some wine.

Ready to kiss me, caress me, and tell me I’m the only thing they need.

I take a few steps toward the warehouse.

Maybe, even if it’s my doom that would be better.

Make it quick. No more agonizing over choices that can’t be made.

My heels click as my legs tremble, getting closer.

A bright light blinds me, and I stagger back. My hand covers my eyes.

I squint at the warehouse and see massive spotlights have been turned on.

In the bright light, I can see a dark figure approaching. I blink the light out of my eyes as he gets closer. It’s not the right build to be one of the boys.

My eyes adjust, and in the dark shadow across his face, I finally recognize him.

“Senator,” I whisper.

Now, I’m afraid.