"What kind?" I check my watch. Eight-thirty. Half an hour until I have to walk into that room and teach Camilla things that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
"Kozlov and Al-Rashid. They're pushing for a private viewing before they commit to serious bidding."
The scotch turns to acid in my mouth. "A viewing."
"They want to see her in person. Kozlov's flying in from Moscow next week, Al-Rashid is coming up from Rome. They want to evaluate her before the official auction."
"Evaluate how?"
"Standard inspection. Physical assessment, basic conversation, maybe some demonstration of her training. They're talking serious money, boss. Kozlov mentioned fifteen million as a starting point."
Fifteen million euros. More than twice the debt I’m collecting.
And all I have to do is let predators take Camilla.
"When?"
"They want to coordinate schedules. Probably within the next two weeks. Kozlov's people suggested a neutral location, but I told them the villa would be more secure."
They’re coming here. To my sanctuary, where I've been slowly losing my mind watching her, obsessing over her.
"Fine. Set it up."
"Any preferences on format? Dinner, cocktails, something more formal?"
"Whatever showcases her best. These men need to see exactly what they're bidding on. “And Matteo? Do full security checks on everyone. This property doesn't get compromised."
"Understood. Anything else?"
"No, keep me informed."
I unlock her door the next morning, carrying nothing but the weight of what I have to tell her. She's standing by the window in that cream silk robe, morning light turning her dark hair to gold. Beautiful. Perfect. And completely unaware that soon, men whoview women as property will be arriving to inspect every inch of her.
"Good morning," she says, turning to face me. "You look like hell again. Another rough night?"
"I don't sleep much." I move into the room, closing the door behind me. "Are you ready for today's lesson?"
"That depends on what you're planning to teach me."
"More of the same. What men like Kozlov and Al-Rashid will expect from you."
“You mentioned that I would be expected to know how to please a man even though I’m a virgin. What exactly did you mean by that?”
Her direct question catches me off guard and I hesitate before answering. “Your hands and your mouth.”
Her composure doesn't crack, but I see something flicker in her dark eyes. "I see. And how exactly do you plan to demonstrate these techniques? Do you realize everything I know about these things I learned from the internet and not personal experience? I played the virtuous virgin role as long as I could with Lorenzo."
Fuck.
I know I’m dangerously close to crossing a line I can never get back over. This is going to end badly and I’ll be the only one to blame.
Of course she's inexperienced. She was supposed to marry Lorenzo Rossi in a business arrangement. Her sexual education probably consists of whatever sanitized information her Swiss finishing school provided.
“I know you’re inexperienced. Come here and kneel in front of me.”
She sinks down gracefully, the silk robe pooling around her legs. The sight of her on her knees between my thighs makes my cock immediately go hard.
"This is the position you'll spend a lot of time in with men like Kozlov. Hands on my thighs. Eyes up unless instructed otherwise."
