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that to ya.
Cassandra nodded, though she wasn t sure what he was
talking about.  Maybe you re right, we should go and look
around and figure out where we are.
 Can t hurt, Beau said amiably. He stood up and offered
her his hand again, presumably to help her off the bed.
Flustered, she ignored it and slid off the bed by herself. Her
bathrobe rode up her legs and she tugged it back down before
she stood up. When she looked at him, Beau s gaze was on her
bare legs where she d just covered them, and she blushed.
 Uh, he said, and ran his hand through his long brown
hair.  I guess we d better start with that door. He went to it,
still open in the carpeted wall, and waited for her to join him.
Well, if he was going to rape her, it seemed like he d have
done it when they were sitting on the bed together. And really
she might as well see what this dream was all about before she
woke up. She joined him at the door and they walked out into
the corridor together.
It looked like a hotel corridor: long, papered in beige,
with sunken lighting and tastefully patterned carpet. Soft
music piped in. They walked down the hallway in silence,
their footfalls muffled by the carpet. Beau s legs were much
longer than Cassandra s, but he walked slowly to keep pace
with her, and she could smell the clean scent of his hair.
The hallway ended in a single white door. It had a gold
handle.
 I guess this is it, Beau said and he reached out and
twisted the knob. Even though Cassandra knew this wasn t
real, she still held her breath with trepidation as he opened the
door.
The vast room beyond was lit with a dim blue light. It
seemed to be coming from a large transparent blue tube in the
centre of the room that stretched from the floor upwards
toward a distant ceiling. The walls of the room were invisible,
shadowy and too far away to perceive.
 Cool, said Beau appreciatively and he stepped inside
the room. Cassandra followed him, looking down at their
shadows, cast long by the light from the hallway behind them.
And then their shadows disappeared along with the light.
Cassandra whirled around. There was nothing behind
them but darkness. The door was gone.
 Beau  she started.
She felt his hand curl around hers. She blinked, and
tensed, and the world dissolved around her and then reformed.
They were inside the blue tube. She held out her hand and
knocked on the wall of it. It felt like some kind of strong, thick
glass. There wasn t a light source; the walls themselves
seemed to be glowing.
 What s going on? she asked. Beau was close beside her.
The tube wasn t that wide, but there was enough room for
them to stand and move around a little bit.
 Beats me.
There was a noise, something like a vent opening, and a
rush of air. She felt something warm whoosh over her skin and
breathed in a smell that seemed familiar somehow. Appealing,
exciting.
Heat flushed through her body. But it wasn t like any heat
she d ever felt before not like the warmth from sunshine, or
an open fire. It came from deep inside her and radiated from
her center into her limbs, making her fingers tingle, her breasts
feel heavy, her belly melting, sending a pure sizzling lightning
bolt between her legs.
 Oh my, she gasped.
She heard a deep growly sound from next to her and
realized it was Beau. She felt Beau like a magnet beside her.
She could hear his breathing, hear his heart, feel him warm
and big and alive beside her, and she suddenly felt more
hungry than she d ever been in her life.
But not hungry for food. Hungry for him. For Beau.
She turned to look at him and God, he looked good. Tall
and strong and handsome. There was a dark light in his blue
eyes.
He looked as ravenous as she was.
His tongue moistened his lips and her gaze stuck on his
mouth. His lips were full, his tongue pink and wet, and there
was nothing in the world she wanted to do more than to kiss
him.
She had to kiss him. She didn t care if he was a stranger,
or that she didn t know where they were. She licked her own
lips and imagined tasting him there already. It was maddening,
tempting, irresistible.
She stepped forward and he met her halfway, wrapping
his arms around her and pulling her tight against his hard
body. When their mouths met it sent another shock down her
spine, and she actually felt her crotch dampen, felt the lips of
her sex swell inside her underwear.
She would have blushed if it didn t feel so wonderful. Her
nipples were hard and rubbed against him through the layers
of silk she wore, begging for his touch.
His lips were soft and warm, and right away they opened,
coaxing hers open too. His tongue traced her lips and dipped
inside her mouth, filling her with his masculine taste, and
Cassie knew that this wasn t all she wanted.
She wanted him. All of him. Inside her. His hands on her
naked skin, his his penis. Inside her vagina.
This time, she did blush.
 What s happening? she whispered, between kisses.
Normally she wouldn t talk and kiss at the same time. But she
didn t seem to be able to stop, even to find out what was going
on. His mouth was too delicious and his body too exciting.
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