Still bitter.
And it was starting to go to my head. I was beginning to feel a little woozy. I needed to go home. "Is there a reason you needed to see me, Mr. Brasov?"
"I've always enjoyed how direct you are, Didi." Brasov grinned and took another sip of his champagne. "I have a client coming in tomorrow night, a very wealthy client, who has requested you."
My eyebrows lifted. "Me?"
"Yes."
"What does he want? Bottle service, a lap dance, what?"
"I'm sure he'll let you know when he gets here."
I narrowed my eyes. "Make sure he knows exactly what services I agree to. I don't sleep with people for money." I knew a lot of dancers who did, but I wasn't one of them. I'd dance for people and stripped for them, but my body was my own.
"No, no, he is fully aware of your rules."
Why didn't I believe him?
I pressed my hand to the side of my head when the room began to spin.
"Are you okay, Didi?"
"I'm fine." I set the glass flute on the desk and then reached down for my bag. "I'm just tired. I need to head home."
"Maybe you should rest for a minute," Brasov said. "Kirk, go get Didi some water."
"No, no, I'm okay."
"Nonsense. I can't have one of my best dancers collapsing." Brasov got up and came around the desk. "It was probably the champagne. It can go to your head if you're not used to it."
I wasn't used to it, but I still didn't think two sips of the stuff would make my head swim like this. Everything in the room felt as if it was moving in slow motion, except the walls, and they were spinning.
"Here, drink this." Brasov held up a glass of water. "It should help."
I took the glass of water and swallowed about half of it down. I was willing to try anything that would aid me in getting the hell out of there.
Brasov used his finger on the bottom of the glass to tip it up. "Just a little more, Didi."
When I tried to brush him away, I was seized from behind and held still. Brasov grabbed the glass and pressed it to my lips, tilting it until water swept across my lips. I tried to turn my head, but the room was beginning to tilt.
"I think that's good," Brasov said as he set the glass down on the desk. "Put him in the back with the other one. Just make sure you don't bruise him. Their new owner doesn't want either of them marked."
Owner?
"Did you send someone to clean out his apartment and pay off his lease?" Brasov asked. "Everyone needs to think he moved on to a different job in another city. There can be no trace of him."
"A couple of the boys headed over there a little while ago," Kirk said. "They'll put everything into storage like you told me to."
"Good, now get him in the back before anyone sees him."
When Kirk picked me up, I tried to struggle, but nothing was working. Panic seized me. My own body was betraying me. I tried to swing my hand at Kirk, but it moved through the air so slowly I could see the air move around my hand.
My stomach rolled when Kirk lifted me over his shoulder and then carried me across the room. There was a part of me that was kind of surprised when he carried me into a small room behind Brasov's office. I hadn't known it was there, but maybe that was the point.
I heard a distant whimper before I was unceremoniously dumped onto a mattress on the floor. A moment later, a door slammed shut and a lock engaged. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. I don't think it was supposed to be spinning like that. It was like staring at a tiled whirlpool.
"Oh man," someone whispered. "You have to throw up, Didi."
