She hurried over to the sink and opened the medicine cabinet. Nothing. The drawers and other cabinets were empty too. There weren’t even any towels or soap. So, when she got done whoring herself, what was she supposed to clean herself with?
Donna ran back into the bedroom and searched for anything she could use to defend herself. She took an inventory of every potential weapon in the room. She looked down at her feet. Her stilettos were a weapon. So, no matter how bad her feet hurt, she kept them on.
She ran over to the bed and yanked down a couple of the tassels. She stuffed one under the pillow and the other in her bra. If push came to shove, she would strangle his ass.
Before she could find anything else that would be useful, she heard the creak of footsteps on the other side of the door. The knob turned and the door crept open. Donna took a deep breath and prepared to go to battle. But to her utter shock, it wasn’t Bobby Lee Khal entering the room. It was Lincoln.
Donna exhaled loudly. She was so relieved that she almost collapsed to her knees. She watched him close, thankful that no one was coming in behind him. Everything in her made her want to run into his arms, but she couldn’t get her legs to move. Thankfully, he took long-legged strides to her and covered her with his embrace. His fresh, masculine scent gave her sweet memories of the last time they were together.
Sadly, Donna knew she couldn’t hold on forever. She raised her head so that she could see his handsome face and tell him exactly how happy she was to see him. But, as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, Lincoln pushed his lips to hers. He kissed her, and she kissed him with a passion that told the story of two people who desperately missed each other. She clung to him and fed on him like he was the oxygen that she needed to endure.
Lincoln clutched her face. She whimpered from the loss of him pulling his lips from hers.
“Linc—”
He cut her off by placing a finger to her lips.
“Shhhh. Cameras,” he whispered.
Lincoln stepped back and surveyed the room. His focus went to an empty picture frame on the dresser. He went over, picked it up, and flipped it over.
“I will not be recorded,” he said into the frame.
He pulled a device no bigger than a nickel from the back of the picture frame and snapped the tiny cord that was attached. He dropped the device to the floor and stomped on it.
After tossing the frame on the dresser, he searched every corner of the bedroom, closet, and the bathroom. A thorough search produced another camera and two listening devices. Lincoln destroyed the surveillance equipment and walked over to the closet. Since there weren’t any hangers, he hung his tuxedo jacket on the top of the door. He moved to sit on a settee and patted a space next to him.
“Sit with me.”
She acquiesced and took a seat next to him. “These fucking people.” Donna chuckled.
Lincoln shook his head. “Yeah, they’ll sell you a woman, film it, and blackmail you for the rest of your life.”
“And, what kind of gala doesn’t have food?” Donna pointed out.
“Oh no, they fed us before you guys got there. We had lobster and filet.”
Donna’s eyes flew open. “Get the fuck outta here!”
The deep rumbling of his laughter made Donna smile. She couldn’t believe that she was actually sitting with him, the one bright spot in the darkness of working such a horrible undercover mission.
“How long are you gonna be under?”
“Not sure, but I believe we’re wrapping it up soon.”
Lincoln nodded but sighed as if he was troubled. “What?”
“Thesepeople, Donatella. They’re dangerous,” he warned.
“I know, Lincoln. That’s why I’m here.”
“That fuckingprophet.” He said the word as if it made him physically ill. “That motherfucker went from telling me that you were off limits to wrapping you up in a bow.”
“I’m not surprised. What did it cost you?”
“100k.”
“What?”Donatella clutched her chest. “You paid a hundred thousand dollars for pussy you done had already?”
