She was breathless and silent.
“You can take this one places,” Ladner said to Jack, grinning as he had in the private room, with mockery and fascination apparent in his every gesture. This was a repeat performance of earlier, with the message getting through to Mariel on a gut level as well as a cognizant one.
“Not if she denies what she wants,” Jack told his friend.
The hour was late, well past midnight. Her mind and body swam from image to image silently. She felt like a glory seeker without the backbone to have what she wanted—a faker, the hollow woman. She wanted to leave a dozen times, but kept her feelings to herself. After all, Jack was giving her what she asked for. Just as she believed they were about to go, they drifted into an open door along the corridor of once ‘private’
