Free Angelique Rising by Lorain O'Neil

nail her down. Keep her. And keep anyone else i.e. Robert from ever taking her away from him. And from the look on Robert's face as he was so obviously scanning the stairs for her return he needed to do it immediately.
                  "So this is the guy who's making May-May's heart go pitter patter -- finally , " Wyatt heard a velvety voice purr. He looked to his side and standing there was the other woman who had sung at his Gala.
                  "Leave him alone, Lexa," Anthony commanded, "he's not ready for you . "
                  "You know she's on the pill, right?" Lexa said crisply in the world's most obvious premeditated ploy.
                  "Lexa!"
                  "Well he needs to know, lovebug. All of us are. It's the performances. You know how ghastly it is getting your period right before you step onstage? Messy! And painful. So we all take the pill and when we need to take a few extra ones to postpone the blessed event, we do. The contraception is an added bonus. You might want to try getting some use out of it."
                  "Lexa, you get enough use out of it for the entire Company."
                  "Oh lovebug, what I could do to you, turn you into a Sherman tank. I hear you're coming to Vegas with us in the morning. For the costumes?" she asked eyeing him doubtfully.
                  "The secret to conversing with you, Lexa, is to dive off the boat," Anthony responded with a cagey quirk of his eyebrows knowing she could pester an answer out of granite.
                  Vegas, Wyatt let his mind roam. Yes, that was the answer the devil half of him said decisively. Don't even need a blood test to get married in Las Vegas.
                  He needed to get online.
    *****
                  Malcolm Cochran sat in his one hundred year old mansion, in his study, nursing a snifter of cognac and a steaming displeasure. He'd heard of a gorgeous girl working at the Center but always that she was young, a teenager, so Malcolm had never bothered checking her out. And now his nephew had stolen her right out from under his nose, once again the thief stealing from him what was rightfully his! He sipped the cognac. He had introduced Wyatt to cognac and to so much else. Some of his lessons took, others, well...
                  And now the girl.
                  He pictured Angelique, that creature of light, writhing under him, trying to escape, begging...
                  He threw his cognac glass across the room where it shattered against the wall. His housekeeper would have to clean it up. He didn't care, his housekeeper had cleaned up messes of his far worse than this, that was the good thing about illegals, they kept their mouths shut.
                  No, he ordered himself, don't think of it as a rout, it's just a slight setback.
                  He would wait. Wyatt's romance with the girl would run its course and then he would move in, take her, make her one of his private arrangements . In the meantime he would ready for her, start by getting Wyatt to tell him what her favorite color was.
                  He'd have the secure chamber redone for her. He preferred it when his reluctant guests were calmed.
                  In the beginning anyway.
    *****
                  Angelique knocked on the suite door and Wyatt opened it eagerly, his face alight at seeing her.
                  "Hi," he brimmed with a sweet joy at the sight of her despite the ungodly hour and he kissed her lightly, "how did your performance go?"
                  "Wow," she answered entering his hotel suite, "this is opulent . A lot nicer than the hotel I'm in. The show went fine, too many ovations though, I was almost late for my poker game."
                  "And how did that go?" he pursed his lips