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“You asked for it,” I whispered to Antonio who looked down at me in confusion.

I dug my heel into his foot and he immediately pulled back with a groan.

“Please, help me.” I hurried toward Hiro, stumbling into his arms and he glanced down at me in concern. “He forced me to come up here with him, and I—” I shook my head.

Antonio’s eyes narrowed at me. “You fucking—”

Hiro strode forward and cut Antonio off by throwing a punch to his jaw and my eyes widened.

Antonio, the robot son of a bitch, didn’t even flinch, and Hiro grabbed my hand, pulling me behind his back. Oopsie.

Deadly eyes shifted to Hiro but Antonio knew better than to fuck this up.

“Let’s go.” I faked a sniffle, pulling Hiro with me and into the assigned room.

“You okay?” Hiro asked as I locked the door behind us.

I faked a sad nod as I pulled him toward the bed. We sat down side by side and I shed a crocodile tear.

Predictably, he reached forward and brushed the tear away, tilting my face upward. “You’re okay now.” He lowered his hand to my thigh and nausea bubbled inside of me.

“I’m Roxanne.” I smiled, extending my hand.

“Yes, I saw you on stage.” He grinned. “Hiro Noshimuri.” He shook my hand, then lifted it to his mouth to place a kiss on my knuckles. Gross.

“Thank you for saving me from him.” I smiled, placing my hand on his thigh.

“Of course.” He grinned and before I knew it, he was rambling on, and on about thinks you couldn’t pay me to care about.

“Would you like a drink Mr. Noshimuri?” I bolted to my feet, cutting him off.

“That would be lovely, but call me sir.”

I faked a grin. “Yes, sir.”

I made my way across the room to where the alcohol was situated. I made sure to empty out the entire vial into his drink.

I heard him coming up behind me so I waited and waited and— “Oh, silly me.” I whipped around, spilling my drink over myself to put some distance between us. “I’m so clumsy,” I said, wiping my dress with some tissue.

“It’s okay.” He chuckled and I pulled him toward the bed, handing him his drink.

Making my way back to the mini bar set up I froze. What if…

I slowly slid my arms out of the straps of my dress, moving my hips as I pushed it down and let it fall to my ankles.

I turned around with my new drink and could already see the bulge in his pants as he leaned back, lust lighting up his eyes. Fucking knew it.

His demeanour shifted, and his throat bobbed. “What are those for?” he asked pointing to my knives strapped to my thigh.

“What do you think?” I asked, pulling one out. I coated the knife with my drink then dragged the flat side down my tongue.

He smiled as he uncomfortably shifted.

I finished my drink then encouraged him to do the same. He chugged it down with one gulp

“Why don’t you come a little closer.” He smirked and I glanced at the door, then back at him. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. No one will interrupt us.” He got to his feet.

“I just thought that maybe we could talk a little more.” I offered my best smile and he stopped in front of me, pulling me toward him by my waist. Anytime now, De Luca.