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I laugh, because that is the last thing I expected to hear from her, even though it has already been true. Since her arrival I’ve played only with Charlotte. I have to wonder where this is coming from. I refuse to believe for a second that she has feelings for me, considering the short space of time she’s known me. It has to be something else.
“You have no idea what I use the other girls for,” I chuckle. “I cuff you to a desk and fuck you senseless, and suddenly you’re an expert on what I like? What makes you think you can handle what I like, Charlotte?”
She sits forward, positioning one hand on my shoulder while the other works to lower my zipper. I smirk as her fingers sneak inside, wrapping around my cock.
“What makes you think I can’t?” she challenges.
Chapter 12
Charlotte
Wow, that was intense.
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nbsp; I stare at my reflection in the elevator mirror, trying to process what just happened, as I ride down from Jaxon’s private floor. I did not expect him to request a favor from me, nor did I think I’d have it in me to barter on the terms. Jess would be so proud of me right now. I can almost hear her egging me on.
What am I getting myself into? He’s right, I have no idea what he’s into, but the only way I’m going to gain his trust is by being around him as much as I can. And I can’t deny that the idea of his using me in every way possible turns me on like nothing else.
Back on my floor, I walk quickly toward my room. As always, the hallway is empty. Why do I never see anyone else here? Surely these girls don’t stay holed up in their rooms waiting for his call? Why would they put themselves through that? The money’s good, but it’s not worth your sanity. I’ve been here two weeks and I’m already going crazy with the amount of time I’m spending indoors.
My heart pounding, I creep down the hallway in the opposite direction from my room. My feet pad along the soft gray carpet toward a closed door. My hands shake as I reach for the handle. I’m surprised when it opens. Before I can talk myself out of it, I’ve opened the door and stepped inside.
A woman sits on the floor, casually flipping through a magazine. She looks up.
“You’re not supposed to be in here,” she says, alarmed. She gets to her feet and moves away from me. From the safety of the other side of the room she studies me. “You’re the new girl, aren’t you?” Her tone is almost accusing, and I find myself feeling bad, even though I’ve done nothing wrong.
“I’m Charlotte,” I say, trying to be friendly.
She frowns at me. “I know who you are.”
Well, this is awkward. I don’t know what I was expecting, but her attitude toward me is baffling. She’s so cold.
“What’s your name?” I try again, using the same friendly tone.
“Kendra,” she mumbles. Her dark eyes flash. “You’re going to get us both into trouble,” she hisses. “As if you haven’t messed things up enough already.”
What have I done?
Before I can find out, I hear the creak of the door behind me. Marina stands there, frowning. She ushers me out of the room, slamming the door closed with a bang.
“You’re not allowed to speak to the other girls,” she scolds me, escorting me back to my room. “I’m going to have to tell Jaxon about this,” she adds. Her eyes light up and I glower at her. You don’t have to sound so happy about it.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think,” I reply. I think about pretending I was lost but decide against it. She’s too smart to believe that for a second. We reach my room, and she waits until I’m inside before closing the door on me. As I hear her rushing away, I imagine her running right to Jaxon to tell him.
Walking over to my bed, I lie down. I mull over Kendra’s reaction to me. Her response wasn’t normal. There was something so off about her behavior. And Marina said I wasn’t supposed to be talking to the other girls, but nobody has ever explicitly told me that.
But maybe they’ve been told to stay away from me.
A few hours later, I decide to venture outside. When I exit my room, Jaxon is nowhere to be found, and I’m glad. The last thing I want to do right now is face him. He must be angry I was snooping around. Guilt washes over me. I didn’t expect to feel so dirty, sneaking around. It’s why I’m here, after all.
Snap out of it, Char.
Why should I feel bad? It’s not like he’s Mr. Moral. Does he feel bad about how he treats women, or the fact that he has an army of them performing every act under the sun for him? Unlikely.
I take a deep breath and shrug off my worries. It’s beautiful outside. The sun is shining and I can hear the rustling of the trees in the distance. I walk far away from the mansion, unable to shake the feeling that I’m being watched. You’re being paranoid, Char.
Erren has emailed me three times and called twice looking for an update. I’m terrified of contacting him for fear that somehow Jaxon will discover my secret. I tell myself I’m being silly and dial his private line.
