Polly giggles at his words. “We have plenty of working girls?—”
“I don’t want them,” he says, his expression blank. “I want you.”
She flushes and then seems to hesitate.
“He’s a Bone Breaker,” Havoc whispers to me. “His charisma has dropped. He’s going to have to work harder if he wants to do this.”
My brows furrow and I glance at Havoc, confused. “Do what?”
Locke steps closer to her. “Come on,” he murmurs, his voice like gravel. It makes my uterus sit up at attention, surely it will work on her. “I can show you a good time. Not like these assholes in this joint.”
“These assholes pay me coin,” she replies, fluttering her eyelashes.
Locke’s lips curl. “So, it’s coin you’d like in exchange for fucking me?”
My chest squeezes tighter now and I want desperately to get away, but I keep my feet planted. Havoc had implied this is all some sort of plan . . .
“I’m not a working girl,” Polly purrs. “I’m a businesswoman.”
Locke runs a finger along the fur wrapped around her shoulders. “What if the legend joined in?” Polly’s eyes jerk to Havoc and Locke chuckles darkly. “Oh, I see you’ve already tried that. What would you say if I said I could make that happen?”
“What influence you have,” Polly breathes, and then her eyes trail to me. “What abouther?”
“Would you like her to join, too?” Locke purrs. “She can lower herself to her knees before you while the two of us pleasure you. Or she can just watch her men fuck you. Which would you prefer?”
Her men. My heart kicks in my chest so violently, I wonder how the safehouse doesn’t throw me out. Locke is playing a game, a very similar game to the one we’d played with Stryker back in the Verdant Nexus. I see that now. Havoc and Cipher both said that they couldn’t do anything about this place, and here is Locke, finding the loophole. And I’m here to play along.
I’ve never been very sensual. I’ve got too much attitude to care about seducing someone, but I’m not incapable of it.
“Which option will it be, Polly?” I purr, meeting her pretty blue eyes as I stalk forward. I circle her, trailing my hand along her waist, before leaning in from behind to whisper in her ear. “Would you like me to taste you?” My nails stroke her wrist and trail up her arm. “Or would you like me to be the cuck, sitting in the corner while they make you scream?”
Her breath rattles out of her chest and I know we have her. How easy this became the moment we started working together.
“I have work to do,” she says.
“Come on, Polly,” Locke purrs. “Are you sure you want to pass up this opportunity?”
She pauses, and her eyes flick back to Havoc where he stands with his arms crossed, his expression unchanging as he watches our exchange. There’s something in his eyes, though, something feral. I kind of like it.
Polly tenses as my hands trail down her arm again and back up. “Come on, Polly,” I purr. “You can have us any way you want. Surely, the Madam of the Disorderly Hotel deserves some fun, too.”
She glances over her shoulder at me and then looks between Locke and Havoc again. She completely passes over Stevie where he hovers behind us, ignoring him as if he isn’t even there.
“Okay,” she says suddenly, and whirls to face me. “But you’re the cuck.” She leans in and runs a perfectly painted nail down my cheek. “I’m going to do things to them that’s going to make you cry, player.”
Ah. So, she’s that kind of woman.
“You’d have to hurt them to make me cry,” I tell her. “And this is a safehouse. No violence, remember?”
Polly grins. “Oh, I have my ways.” She starts to walk toward the open room. “Should we grab a booth?”
“We need privacy,” Locke purrs. “The legend is shy.”
Polly looks over at Havoc again with hungry eyes. “My rooms it is then. Come along.”
I meet Locke’s gaze and he nods the barest amount. I understand the plan now. We’re playing a different game right now, and I’m fucking willing. Whatever it takes. I cast one last look at all the unwilling working girls before I follow after the madam.
Polly leads us through the safehouse and into a doorway off to the side. At first, all we see are doors, but before we can look at them any closer, Polly leads us toward the stairs. She goes to take the first step, but Locke rushes forward, playing the part.
