Insatiable

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out that she was planning on writing a romantic lead for Cheryl who was going to put a stake

through the heart of Taylor’s new on-screen boyfriend.

“Thanks again,” Taylor said. “And thanks, too, for all the deli sandwiches you keep

dropping by my dressing room. But you know, they really aren’t part of my new diet. Let’s do

sashimi sometime!”

She ran off, her thighs so slim they looked like they belonged on a gazelle. Meena got

into the elevator with a hint of a scowl on her face, only to find Shoshona already in the car.

Great.

“Hello, Meena,” Shoshona said with a kittenish smile.

“Hello, Shoshona.” Meena couldn’t help noticing that Shoshona was carrying her Marc

Jacobs dragon tote. Up close, Meena could see it had the perfect detachable messenger-bag

strap, too, so no matter how much junk you stuffed into it, it wouldn’t cut into your shoulder.

“Going up?”

“Of course,” Shoshona said. “Looking forward to meeting our new Maximillian Cabrera

on Friday?”

“Who’s Maximillian Cabrera?” Meena asked, bewildered.

“Taylor’s vampire lover,” Shoshona said, rolling her eyes as if Meena were stupid for

not knowing. Except that Meena hadn’t seen the breakdowns for the vampire story line. How

could she, since in her usual fashion Shoshona hadn’t even given them to Paul to write?

“Stefan’s coming in to read for the part on Friday. You were there when I told Sy about it.

Remember?”

Meena, annoyed, kept her gaze on the numbers above their heads as they lit up. “Oh,”

she said. “Right.”

“And Stefan told me that Gregory himself might come with him,” Shoshona added.

“Oh, goody,” Meena said. Maybe she would bring Jon to work with her on Friday. He

couldn’t do worse at the audition than some friend of Gregory Bane’s.

And God knew Jon was better looking. Not that Meena would ever have admitted this in

front of Jon.

“I’m really glad you’ve decided to be a team player about this, Meena,” Shoshona said.

“You scratch my back, and maybe someday, I’ll scratch yours.”

I bet you will, Meena thought cynically.

Chapter Twenty

1:00 A.M . EST, Thursday, April 15

Concubine Lounge

125 East Eleventh Street

New York, New York

T he club was dark and the techno music pounding, louder even than in most discos in

Bucharest.

Not that Lucien frequented such places…if he could help it. They were too smoky for his

taste and tended to attract a rough crowd, lured by the promise of copious amounts of cheap

liquor and scantily clad women. Those kinds of clubs were more for students. It made Lucien

uncomfortable to be spotted in the same places as his students. It wasn’t, he felt, appropriate.

Particularly when his female students threw their legs over his and began rubbing their

groin over him, a dance move popularly referred to as “grinding.”

Lucien had seen many dance styles come and go, usually with more amusement than

alarm. But of all of them, he hoped “grinding” would be of shortest duration. There really

wasn’t anything attractive or sexually alluring about it.

However, as he stood surveying the crowded dance floor of Concubine, he saw that

grinding was as popular in the States as it was in Bucharest. It was a bit difficult to tell because

of the smoke from the dry ice machines. But it certainly seemed that way from all the bodies

writhing up against one another.

When one body, garbed only in black leather pants and a metal bikini top, detached itself

from the others and wriggled up against him, Lucien asked, “Where’s Dimitri?”

The girl ran a black-nailed hand along his flat abs, pulling his white shirt from his trouser

belt. She looked up at him through her spiky blond bangs as she began grinding against him in

time to the music and said flirtatiously, “We don’t need him. Unless you like it that way.”

Lucien reached up and caught her wrist in an iron grip before she could dip her fingers

into the waistband of his trousers.

“Where,” he asked again, his eyes flaring red, “is Dimitri?”

The girl stopped grinding and said, her voice rising to a fearful whine, “He’s over there.

God! I was just trying to be friendly.”

Lucien let go of her wrist and strode toward the VIP area, where she’d pointed with a

shaking finger. He hadn’t meant to frighten her.

On the other hand, she’d been high and hoping he had drugs on him to get her even

higher. Beyond that, her mind had been empty as the Sahara. Lucien couldn’t help being

reminded of the dog walker from the night before, whose mind had been just the opposite—

impenetrable as a jungle.

He wondered why he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her. He told himself it was

only because she and the dancing girl were close in age and both attractive.

The resemblance ended there, however. He’d given up feeling sorry for addicts like the

dancing girl. There were too many of them these days.

The VIP area where Dimitri was sitting was separated from the dance floor with black

velvet ropes and featured a series of elegant, high-backed booths that formed a retreat from the

loud music and gyrating bodies on the dance floor. On the soft black leather seats lounged a

half dozen middle-aged men—much too middle-aged, and far too paunchy, for the extremely

young and slender women who were draped all over them, their doe-eyed gazes as blank as

that of the girl who’d just attempted to grind upon Lucien.

In a neighboring booth sat a few much younger men. One of them looked up and smiled

as Lucien approached…

…just as two heavyset bodyguards attempted to block Lucien’s path.

“Sorry, sir,” said one of the men, who weighed nearly three hundred pounds and was

wearing a gold chain around his thick neck with the name Reginald emblazoned on it. “This

area is for VIPs only.”

“I can see that, Reginald,” Lucien said. “I’m here to see Mr. Dimitri. And you’re going

to let me pass.”

“Of course I am,” Reginald said, and he moved aside. “I’m very sorry, sir.”

Reginald’s partner, who weighed nearly as much as Reginald, all of it muscle, was

appalled.

“Reggie!” he cried. “What are you doing?”

Reginald explained, as he unhooked the velvet rope for Lucien to pass, “You heard the

man. He’s here to see Mr. Dimitri.”

Dimitri had risen from his booth and come to meet Lucien. A tall, dark-haired man in a

business suit that fit as perfectly as any of Lucien’s, he wore a white shirt that was open at the

throat, revealing a leather cord from which hung a small iron dragon symbol.

“Brother,” Dimitri said, stretching out a hand to take Lucien’s in his. “This is a surprise.

It’s been too long. When did you get in?”

“Dimitri,” Lucien answered coolly. He shook his half brother’s hand, pointedly ignoring

the question. “You’re doing well, I see.”

“Oh, this?” Dimitri’s wide gesture with his left hand (in which he was holding an

expensive Cuban cigar; he’d always, Lucien remembered, had a fondness for smoking, one

that matched Lucien’s own fondness for fine wines) encompassed Reginald and his partner, the

VIP area, the whole of the club. “This is nothing. I have four more nationwide, and am

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