Not Just an Orgy by Sally Painter Page A

urgent need to feel him inside her threatened the last thread of Alexia’s self-control. She glided her hand down his back and cupped his firm buttock, grinding her pelvis into him.
    She hadn’t expected this. It was as though he’d cast a spell over her and she struggled to stay alert. She reminded herself this was to land a job, something she’d not done since graduating college six months ago. Tonight would deliver the story guaranteed to win the coveted reporter position with the hottest rag ever published, the Savannah Rising Times . She could see her new column’s opening line.
    I crashed Haden Tate’s private orgy and enjoyed every tantalizing moment of his lovemaking.
    Her heartbeat quickened. If this story was as scandalous as she suspected, it would explode beyond local to national and even world news. She reined in the growing excitement. And she would enjoy every moment of his seduction. Her nostrils prickled with his scent of crisp fall air and sandalwood. A tiny moan slipped past her lips. She broke from his kiss, gulping for air.
    She lifted her stare up six feet of the sexiest man she’d ever met. When she was introduced to him, Alexia had been captivated by his inexplicable magnetism. Was it charisma? Or was it something else? She’d never experienced such a connection to anyone and was immediately mesmerized, unable to stop staring at him. Broad shoulders filled out the tailored shirt he wore tucked inside dark trousers.
    His handsome face was framed by nearly black hair. Instead of wearing it gathered in the signature braid down his back, tonight he wore it loose. A slight wave curled through its length past his shoulders. Standing there, he looked more like a barely contained sex god than the well-known, no-nonsense businessman. Fire danced in his dark eyes. Her pulse quickened.
    “Shall we go inside?” he asked, and pinned her to the door while he leaned past her to press his thumb on the security pad by the door.
    “Does everyone get fingerprinted?” she asked, tilting her head down, hoping the angle was enough for Ollie to get a good shot.
    “Only the regulars,” he smiled.
    The door lock clicked open.
    “There’s no turning back once you step through the looking glass.” His smile spread wider.
    Alexia licked her lips. She’d come too far to turn back now. Had he seen through her façade? She assured herself he had no way of knowing her true intent in being there. She could sense Ollie freaking out on the other end of the video feed but took comfort knowing her friend would call the police if she needed rescuing.
    She squared her shoulders and nodded with a slight smile.
    “Welcome to my world, Alexia,” he said, pushing the handle down. The door eased open and the music blared from the darkened room. He steadied her as they moved through the opening, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist.
    The heavy steel door slammed shut behind them and she jumped. Suddenly, the music stopped. Her ears rang. She strained to see in the dimly lit room. Their footfalls were muffled by plush carpet. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. Her knees weakened and threatened to give under each step she took closer to her prize. An electric charge filled the space between them and she cleared her throat when he tugged her closer.
    A different kind of music drifted from the darkness and she blinked as her eyes adjusted. In front of her was a wall of red curtains suspended from the very high ceiling. They swayed and fluttered all around them. Sultry grinding music filled the room.
    “What is this place?” she whispered, and he threaded his fingers through hers in a tight clasp, leading her through the maze of silk draperies. The room was large and the panels stretched endlessly into the darkness. She stopped when she glimpsed shadows moving behind them. She squinted and was able to make out the silhouettes of men and women.
    Haden’s arm came around her waist and they stepped around one of the