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Chapter Ten

Sarah was seeing spots. She helplessly rubbed her eyes trying to recover from the camera flash. When she had finally regained her sight, she reached for Criss' hand. He seemed furious that the man was taking pictures of them and had begun to cross the room towards him, anger dancing in his eyes. Sarah quickly pulled him back before he did something he would regret. "Criss, wait. Let security take care of him. Let's just get out of here ok?" He turned to her and nodded and began to lead her back the way they had entered.

As they stepped out into the brightly lit casino, Criss stopped. "I'm so sorry Sarah. I had hoped you wouldn't have to be exposed to that portion of my life, at least not so early on. I'll do my best to make sure that picture is never made public, that your name is never mentioned." Sarah looked at him for a minute before breaking out into a fit of giggles. "Oh Criss! I don't care about that. I knew you were famous before I agreed to have dinner with you remember? I mean, no, I don't really want a bunch of pictures of me floating around, but I don't blame you in any way. So just forget it ok?"

Criss looked unconvinced but nodded anyways and said, "Well, our time at the club was cut short. What do you want to do now? I can call you a car if you think you need to leave or I can show you around the hotel a bit more." Sarah didn't answer right away. Instead she looked down at her phone. It was now two thirty. 'Well I am in a city that never sleeps. Why go to bed now?' "I'd love to see more of the hotel. What did you have in mind, another club?" "Not exactly," Criss answered, with a mischievous grin.

Sarah followed him to the inclinators and stepped inside. Criss pulled out a card and swiped it before pressing the button for the top floor. It was strange knowing that they were not moving straight up, but at an angle up the side of the pyramid shaped building. Sarah turned to look out the glass and saw the casino and lobby slowly slipping away beneath their feet.

Finally, the inclinator pinged, letting them know they had reached their destination. The doors opened onto a short hallway with four doors. Criss led Sarah to the second one on the right and again swiped his card to gain access. Criss then stepped aside to let Sarah in first.

The room was amazing. It was shaped like a large octagon and straight ahead were red marble pillars surrounding a black marble dining table with high back black chairs. To the right was a small living room with a large tan wrap around couch and a small coffee table covered in papers and a high tech laptop. There were windows lining every wall that gave a spectacular view of The Strip and to the left was the kitchen. This too was done in black marble with cherry wood cabinets, giving a very modern look.

Just as Sarah stepped forward to get a better look at the rooms beyond, she heard a soft 'meep' and felt something warm and soft brush her legs. "Oh that's Hammie," Criss said stepping forward and scooping the large cat into his arms. "He is my dog-like cat and also my body guard. He just came to scope you out." Sarah reached over to scratch the cat behind the ears and Hammie leaned into her hand. "He likes you," Criss said. "It's kind of strange. He usually doesn't like strangers." "Well, all cats seem to like me," Sarah said giving the lump of fur a smile.

"This is an amazing place you have," Sarah commented, gesturing to the room around them. "It's a lot bigger than I would have imagined, especially being at the top of the pyramid under the light." "Ah, so you knew that did you?" Criss asked slightly amused. Sarah blushed. She hadn't meant to reveal just how big of a fan she was. "Well, I do know a few things about you, but only what I've read online and seen on your show." Criss smiled at her. "Well, now that you've met me and had some time to get to know me, would you say that I'm well represented in the media and on Mindfreak?" he asked. "Not at all," Sarah blurted without thinking. "What I mean is you're so much more than just 'Criss Angel, Master Magician.' You're funny and kind. You're like a little kid in some ways," she said, walking over to a large train set that he had built on his floor. "I think you come off as all mysterious bad boy on TV. In real life, you keep some of that mystery and bad boy persona but you're still a normal person. Do you get what I mean?" "Sooo… you think I'm a master magician," Criss said teasingly. Sarah laughed and moved to slap him on the arm but he caught her wrist and instead pulled her close for a searing kiss.

Sarah became light headed as she felt his mouth move against hers. He parted her lips and began exploring her tongue with his own. He was definitely taking control this time and started pushing her backwards until she came up against a wall. He raised the wrist he was still holding up above her head before grabbing the other and repeating the process. He grasped both of her small hands in one of his own and slowly trailed the other down her body. Sarah had never been dominated by a man in this way and found that it turned her on immensely. She slowly felt herself succumbing to him, wanting him to take control of the situation, needing him to take control of her.