“Why? You don’t enjoy the thrill? The power? The hunt?” Daniel asks.
“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Have a goodnight, gentlemen,” I say, standing from my seat.
Walking out, I hear the men mumbling, but I honestly don’t have the patience or care to listen to what they say. I have a job to do, and I just want to get it done so I can go back home to the things I actually care about. I’m too distracted here already.
I pull my phone out to see a text from Sunny. God I fucking miss her, and it’s only my second day away.
Wearing your t-shirt and only that t-shirt.
The things I would do to be home with you right now. The things I would do to you if I were home right now.
I respond.
I’m missing out on valuable time with her. I pull my suit jacket off, unbutton my shirt, and peel it off. I pull off the undershirt, readying myself for a shower while I think about my girl at home, in bed, wearing my t-shirt and nothing else. My phone buzzes on the table while I continue undressing.
Too bad you aren’t home. Guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.
Absolutely the fuck not.
You know the rules, Sunny. If you break them, you’ll be punished.
Just the idea of doing that gets me going. She’smine. All fucking mine.
And what might that punishment entail?
Oh, I can think of a few ways, little fire.
Sitting on the bed, my thoughts and text are interrupted by a knock on the door. I place my phone back on the nightstand and pull a gun from the drawer.
I look through the peephole to see a woman with bleach blonde hair wearing something that’s hardly considered a dress. Her heels are so tall I’m surprised she’s able to stand at all. Her eyes are heavy, like she’s either been drinking or taking drugs.
Is there a fucking escort at my door?
I open the door. “Can I help you?”
“I was sent here by Mr. Caddell. He says you have some stress I need to ease.” She traces a finger over my bare chest.
I immediately grab that wrist, stopping the contact. I may have to participate in the fucking game this society plays, but there’s one thing I will always be honest about in who I am. I’ll never, absolutely never, participate in the skin trade. I’ll never hurt a woman. I’ll never take advantage of a woman. Mitchell knows that.
Her eyes are glazed, and she stumbles into me. I grab her by the chin to make her look at me. “Who did this to you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Who did this to you?” I growl.
“Mr. Caddell and all those other men. They called our service and made us take something to assist us in your needs.” She meets my eyes.
Fuck.
I don’t want to have to deal with this. I just want to go in and out of this trip. But clearly there is an ulterior motive to this escort at my door, and I need to figure out why.
It’s a test, an assignment, and I’m going to fail. What is he trying to accomplish right now? Is this girl someone important? Or is someone she works with important? There’s a fucking reason he sent her specifically tomydoor. And I’m going to find out why. There is always a reason behind his actions.
“Get inside.” I grab her by the upper arm and drag her in my room, setting her in the seat at the table. She looks up at me with wide eyes.
“How many others are here?” I ask, kneeling in front of her.
“Seven,” she breathes.
