The way she said the woman's name shot straight to Wes's groin. "Scarlett who?" he demanded, fingers squeezing in her hair harder. He wondered if the way she'd moaned the name had been because of who the name belonged to or because of what he was doing to her just then. Would Kenzie be one of his precious companies who enjoyed multiple partners at once? Would she balk at being invited to an orgy? He decided he was determined to find out.