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Chapter 5

Samantha tossed and turned as she dreamed. Her dreams were bizarre whirls of Otis and Ed. As if seeing a flashback, she saw cheetos on the water cooler and Sheriff Ed's stomach seemed to increase and decrease mysteriously as he danced around Sam and Bailey and John. Then she saw Ed with a toned body, nearly naked, pants barely clinging to his hips as he handed her a steaming coffee mug with a heart on the side that read in swirling letters 'love my roses.' One minute Sheriff Boast was smoking a cigarette looking cruel and calling John a clown, then she saw Ed as Jack opening a pack of nicotine gum and chewing rapidly a goofy smile on his face. The images overlapped in a bizarre montage.

Samantha moaned as her dream became more intense and took an erotic bent. She was sitting in a bathtub full of roses, Jack/Ed was tipping a champagne glass into her mouth, Laughing and happy, she tossed several handfuls of petals into the air. Suddenly Samantha was in bed, between two sinewy male bodies. They were the same man, one smiling cruelly, the other smiling sweetly over a pair of glasses. The three of them were naked, both men moving on either side of her, lust was washing over Samantha. The attentions of both Jacks/Eds had her close to orgasm.

"What is the meaning of this?" Donald Lucas walked into the room and demanded holding up a bag of cheetos. He was wearing a tux and a frilly pink apron.

"Shall I kill him my Samantha?" both men in the bed asked her at the same time and glared at the interloper.

"Sam," Lucas scolded primly. "You're going to spoil your appetite."

"You're not Jack!" Samantha screamed at the intruder in frustration and she sat up in the bed.

"That's right," a masculine voice agreed behind her.

Samantha turned and saw there was only one man in bed now, the other had vanished into thin air. The cruelly sexy Jack kissed her neck and threw the folded glasses at Lucas. Lucas staggered backwards bleeding profusely from his chest, the eyeglasses impaled in his heart. Samantha ignored him and turned in Jack's arms. This was Jack, this felt right she thought and pressed her lips to his. One hand with an Omega ring shining from it came up and cupped her breast. Her breathing became shallow and she writhed under his touch.

"Samantha?" a disembodied voice intruded.

"Time to wake up my Samantha-"

Startled, Sam woke up and looked around her. For a moment things were blurry, then they became clearer. She was lying in the middle of a huge red silk covered bed in an enormous and opulent room. Standing beside the bed looking concerned and holding her hand was Sheriff Ed. No! Not Ed! It's Jack! Samantha remembered.

"Jack!" she cried out.

"Samantha," he smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. Gently he took her hand and kissed it. "Would you like some water? I'll serve your breakfast in a little bit."

"Don't touch me!" she exclaimed and jerked her hand away. For a moment she felt almost guilty as a look of hurt crossed his face and was quickly masked under a mocking smile.

"Funny, you didn't seem to feel that way yesterday. Practically had to pry you off me."

A hot blush stole across her face and she cringed inwardly as she remembered trying to undress and asking if he wanted her. Ignoring her embarrassment, she demanded, "Where are we?"

"We're home my Samantha."

"You're not going to keep me locked in this room!"

"Darling, this is your home, you may explore to your heart's content." Then sensing her looking around he continued, "I'm afraid the phone lines aren't functional without entering a code, but let me know if you need to make any calls. Until Dr. Trades gives you a clean bill of health you will have to stay in the house."

Samantha screamed in frustration at him, but Jack merely smiled and told her, "Perhaps later this afternoon we can have tea in the rose garden if you're up to it. I'm going to see about your breakfast."

Samantha stood up and walked to the window to look out, she saw grass, trees, flowers, and ponds, but the highway wasn't in sight.

With amusement Jack walked to the door and gestured at another door in the room, "The closets and the master bath are through there. Please don't wander out darling, our house is in the middle of more than a thousand acres, you could get lost."

"Hell," Samantha muttered under her breath as she turned around. Jack seemed thoroughly sincere and that sounded just like the sort of thing he would think of.

"And Samantha," Jack said as he closed the door. "When you attempted to undress, I refastened your blouse. I would never harm you, the only part of you I exposed was your lovely feet when I removed your shoes and tucked you in."

"Thanks," she called out, trying to sound sarcastic, but somehow it rang hollow. Life was a hell of lot easier when Lucas was Jack and Ed was a paunchy Sheriff. Ed as the real Jack with a perfect body was damn disconcerting.