Free Take Me Now (Take Me Series) by Brandy Kayne Page B

fantasies in the flesh.
      Everything was in order. He’d gotten the
go-ahead from his boss to take the week off from work; rented the cabin at
Deerfield; and purchased the duct tape, the silk scarf, the ski mask and the
leather restraints that Sari had mentioned in her writings.
    He knew
her routine like the back of his hand. She followed it like clockwork. On
Friday evenings before leaving the office, she would phone Ching -Lees
and place an order for the General Taos Chicken to go. After depositing her
paycheck, she would swing by O’Malley’s for a bottle of Riesling. When she
arrived home, she’d plop down on the sofa with her first glass of wine and
watch the CNN news while she ate her dinner.
    When she
finished her meal, she would pour another glass of Riesling, leaving it on the
counter, stopping to sip it while she passed from room to room, running the
bath water, lighting the candles of oleander, pulling her clothes from the
dryer and phoning her mother. He would make use of this small window of
opportunity to spike her wine.
    Taking
her wine to the bath, Sari would soak in the tub for twenty or thirty minutes
then curl up in her bed with a good novel. He knew her so well, and he was
about to get to know her even more intimately than her fantasies suggested.
    He had
already been to her house a handful of times to run through his plan. First,
he’d take a taxi to Lynnewood then walked the quarter
of a mile to Avendale and turn down the alley behind her
house – reaching Sari’s about a half an hour
before she did, and slipping in through the side door of the garage which was
always unlocked.
    Brady
sipped the dregs of his coffee. If all went as planned, he would spike Sari’s
wine and sweep her away to the cabin on the top of the mountain, arriving there
some time before midnight.
    He opened
his email and reread the latest fantasy that Sari had sent to Lana. The first
two lines caught his eye.

 
    Ok, so I’m like a bitch in heat.
    When I’m with you–I’m your bitch.

 
    Then he
read the last line.

 
    Ok, your turn… tell me what YOU want.

 
    Damn, if
his prick wasn’t hard again. He wanted to give her something to think about – short and sweet.   He
drew a sharp breath and typed.

 
    I want YOU. I want you squirming and screaming for me to
fuck you. I’m through with waiting – it’s game time, Sari.

 
    Brady
read what he had written. A devious smile crossed his lips. That would
definitely give her something to think about. He read it again and pushed
“Send.”

 
    ~~~~~~~~~~

 
    Sari
looked at the clock and frowned. “Ten minutes.” She closed her files, then opened her e-mail, staring dumbfounded at the most
recent message from Lana. The overtone was odd. The message was short and blunt
with none of the remarks, suggestions or additions that usually accompanied
Lana’s replies. And stranger still – Lana had
used the name Sari, rather than Brandy.
    Her eyes
focused on the words game time . She
had no clue what the post meant, or how to reply to it. She thought of Abby and
Denver, and decided to deal with it later.    Closing out her e-mail, she shut down her computer, dialed Ching -Lees and order dinner.

 
    ~~~~~~~~~~

 
    Brady
grabbed his mug. He could use one last cup of coffee. It was going to be a long
night . He strolled down the hall, filled his mug three quarters full,
added cream and two sugars and glanced through the glass at Sari. She was
staring intently at her monitor. From the expression on her face she had gotten
Lana’s email–his email. He had Sari exactly where he wanted her–confused and
thinking. He turned away with a smug smile and started for the parking garage.

 
 
 
 
    CHAPTER TWO

 
    Sari climbed from the tub. She wasn’t feeling well.
Slipping into her robe and panties, she removed the pins from her hair and ran
the brush through it. She barely had the energy for that. She needed to lie
down. Dropping the brush, she