In the office. Were there records in there? Dana moved toward the door. “Hey. Does Trentington know about Albert?”

Julie pursed her lips. “I doubt it—especially the drug part. Trentington has a no-drugs policy.”

Anybody could’ve killed Albert Nelson, apparently. She opened the door, her breath catching at the sight of Wolfe leaning against the fireplace, waiting for her. With the dark mask covering his eyes, he looked like a roadside bandit determined to kidnap some helpless female.

Dana’s body tightened, awakening, and she padded on her bare feet across the smooth marble to reach him. Without her shoes, she felt even more vulnerable. “Happy now?”

“Watch your tone, sub,” he said gently, grasping her chin.

Her heart dropped to her stomach. His fingers were warm and firm, and for the briefest of seconds, she forgot she had a part to play. Before she could think of an answer, he turned her toward the staircase and released her chin. “Let’s check out the playrooms upstairs,” he murmured.

She was suddenly thankful she’d tossed the high heels since her legs felt wobbly. “I heard there’s an office upstairs to play in.”

“Ah. One of my favorite fantasies,” he said smoothly, leading the way up a grand staircase. “Over the desk in an office.”

The image of Wolfe bending her over a desk flashed into her mind, and her breath quickened. The staircase curved to the left at the top, with bedrooms spaced down a long hallway leading to a wide window with a reading alcove beneath it.

She swallowed and peered in the first room, which had been set up with a bed big enough to be two kings pushed together. Several people were in the middle engaged in various forms of sex. She blinked and took a step back, her eyes widening. Another step, and she collided with Wolfe.

He gently turned her. “Need to check out the rest of the rooms,” he said.

She blanched. Too much flesh. Way too much nakedness. “Does that turn you on?” she whispered.

“Sex with a bunch of people at the same time? Hell, no. Not my thing. I don’t judge it, but I’m more of a one-on-one type of guy.” He kept her to the side and poked his head into the next room, quickly withdrawing. “Nope.” Before she could look, he tugged her farther down the wide hallway.

The next room was western themed with saddles, whips, and even hay spread around the floor. A couple was having a good time over a bench, the man working hard.

Wolfe grabbed her hand and drew her farther down the hallway. Her adrenaline surged as she took in a vacant room with a desk, complete with a laptop. She stepped inside and instantly began opening drawers, which were all empty. “Shoot. This is just a prop room.”