Jaymie Holland by Tattoos, Leather: BRANDED

neck, all the while thinking of Dane and Colton. She couldn’t get the men off her mind and it was driving her crazy.
    The treadmill came to a slow halt as her cool down ended. She stepped off of the machine, her skin flushed but feeling a workout high. The men had been so confident that she’d be ready to be picked up this afternoon. She should probably tell them where to stuff their overconfidence, yet she wanted to go. Wanted to find out where some time alone with the men would lead her.
    After showering, she spent time cleaning the apartment. When she had finished, she put her hair in big hot rollers and spent time painting her toenails and fingernails bright red. She put on makeup before slipping on a navy skirt that reached the top of her thighs, a red cotton tank top, with black bra and panties beneath, and red sandals with a touch of sparkle to them.
    She smiled to herself, thinking about how the day might turn out. She had a feeling it was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.
    Precisely at four p.m. her cell phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number, but she figured it was probably Louis. She was right, he had phoned to let her know he was parked in front of the apartment building.
    She put her wallet, lipstick, and keys in a small red purse before heading downstairs. She slipped on a large pair of stylish sunglasses before walking out into the hot, muggy afternoon. Louis was waiting to let her into the car.
    “Hi, Louis,” she said when she reached him.
    He opened the back passenger door. “Good afternoon, Ms. Holloway.”
    “Drew.” She slid into the car, glad for the cool interior. “Please call me Drew.”
    He gave her a nod before closing the door behind her. The handsome bald man was big, brawny, and muscular, and he looked like he should be with the WWE. But he seemed to be so formal that he probably had no intention of calling her Drew.
    Tingles raced along her skin as she looked out the window, city block after city block speeding by. Red, white, and blue decorated the city, the U.S. flag proudly displayed everywhere one turned.
    When they pulled up to condominiums in Central Park West, the tingles turned into flutters. She had no idea security consultants could afford a condo in a place like this. After he parked, Louis got out of the car, went around to her side, and opened the door for her.
    He took her hand and assisted her out of the car and into the heat of the day. She stepped onto the sidewalk, smoothed her skirt, and took off her sunglasses. She put her sunglasses into a case in her purse and squinted in the sunlight as she looked up at the building’s expanse.
    Louis told her that Colton and Dane’s condo was on the top floor and he gave her the unit number. She thanked him and headed into the building where the air-conditioned interior cooled her warm skin.
    A security guard checked a list and asked for her ID. After he identified her, he wished her a happy Independence Day and nodded to the elevators.
    Once she was in an elevator, she straightened and raised her chin as she looked at herself in one of the mirrored walls. Her gaze drifted up to a camera in the corner and she wondered if JP Security Consultants handled the building’s security.
    She frowned and looked away from the camera. She hated being spied on by cameras, or rather those doing the watching. Seemed everywhere she went, cameras were watching.
    The elevator opened onto the top floor and she stepped out of the car. The unit number Louis had given her was a few feet down the hall. She paused in front of the door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
    Within moments, the door opened and Dane greeted her with a sexy grin. He wore a blue T-shirt that brought out the luscious color of his blue eyes, and the shirt was tucked into faded blue jeans. He wore black and red athletic shoes and his long hair was pulled back in its usual ponytail.
    He let his gaze drift over her from head to toe. When his gaze met hers, he took her