Free Exposed by Rage by Sherrel Lee

turn , I thought, but he had other plans.  Flipping me up, sliding into me, he drove into me--deeper and deeper until together we came for a final time.
    * * * *
    He stayed. Rising before I did, he’d showered and made coffee, bringing me a cup and setting it on the dressing table as I walked out of the shower wrapped in a thick towel.  His lips quirked up in a satisfied smile.
    “So do you want to talk about what just happened or…?”  I’d had some time to think while I was in the shower.  Those thoughts that make you a little nervous that the guy will think you’re something you’re not. Like I should have stopped him.  Felt guilty.  Felt anything but the overwhelming desire to touch him, feel his skin on mine, explore him.  The truth is I know sex is often the response to death of friends or family.  A way to announce to the gods that you intend to stay alive.  But I would have been lying if I tried to tell myself this was all this meant.  I wanted him.  I’d wanted him since the moment I met him.  He had crossed my defenses and I would have to deal with that later.
    He shook his head with a laugh.  “Not something I need.  I wanted you.  I still want you.  We can work it out from there.  Right now I have to go, those reports won’t wait any longer.”
    I didn’t know what would happen next, but I knew we hadn’t had our last encounter.  
    * * * *
    I didn’t hesitate.  Using my pass code I was in through the gates and parked in front of the house before anyone could rush to greet me.  I was in the hallway before the boy toys had made it to the front of the house.  Mimzi, the boys and a collection of others stood in doorways to several rooms off the hall, staring at me.  They looked unsure, or unwilling to move in my direction or say anything to make me leave.
    Two strides and I stood in front of Boy Toy One, more commonly known as Hunk, “Trixie.  Where is she?  And don’t give me that out of town shit.”  The bitch mother had some things to explain.  Her partnership with Jillie in the club I now owned exclusively.  What she knew about Jillie’s desire that I come to Plano.  The meaning of the lotus branded into the back of two women.
    “I’m right here,” Trixie said from the door of her office.  “What’s set you on fire?”  I suppose I’d shaken her, it’s not like me to storm in on her.
    “We need to talk.  In private.”  I walked over and into the office, standing until she closed the door and joined me by the desk. 
    “So, what else has happened?  You aren’t here out of concern for me or my friends.”
    “Jillie was your friend. Was Randi one as well?”
    “Randi?  Randi from Vix...”
    “Yeah.  She’s dead.  The same bastard that killed Jillie.”
    “Ash, I...”
    “Let’s not play the caring mother card.  I need to know what’s been happening around here.  Jillie was your partner.  Surely you know what was bothering her.  Why she wanted me here.”
    Trixie looked away, staring off into space, lost in some thought of her own.
    Taking a deep breath, she turned back and looked into my eyes.  “Ashley, Jillie was a good friend of mine.  I loved her like a sister, but she was hiding something from me recently and I’m not sure what it was.”   
    “Why would she do that?”
    “I think she wasn’t sure she could trust me.” 
    “Okay, so what did you do to her?  Try to run her out of the club, steal Kevin from her?”  I wasn’t being fair, but I really didn’t care.  The woman sitting across from me made me cold and unfeeling. Or maybe she made me feel too much.  I wanted to find she was involved and make her pay.  Make her pay for how she had made me feel when I was a kid.  How she made me feel I am an unsophisticated fool standing five feet away from her today.
    “I didn’t do anything.  Not that I am aware of.  She was here, at the house a month or so ago.  Everything was fine.  A few days later, she