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Yeah, you can look, but you can’t touch, buddy.
I know I’m telling myself a lie. Those Dixen men stir some heated desire deep within me I didn’t know was possible. And now they basically own me—three dangerous, powerful men—but that thought only ignites me more instead of eliciting fear.
To be at their beck and call, available for their use whenever they want me…
I shiver and close the door, leaving the note inside. Across from the clothing is a vanity with lit mirrors. Pulling out the dainty stool, I sit down and open the drawers, finding makeup, brushes, curlers, straighteners, perfumes, and even sets of fake eyelashes.
Fake eyelashes, my ass.
Might as well toss them in the trash now, I’m not gluing that shit to my eyeballs.
Thoughts of a shower consume me, and I rifle through the drawers, looking for a pair of comfy pajamas. Instead of loose jammie pants and oversized T-shirts, I find lingerie. Silk teddies that reveal more than they hide in all colors and styles.
Sighing to myself, I grab the one on top, not really looking at it, and head for the bathroom. But then I see another note attached to the nightstand. Narrowing my eyes, I head over and pull it off.
This is a different type of handwriting than the first two. Rough and barely legible, it says,This drawer is only for me to open when you’ve earned it for being obedient or acting out. It’s up to you if you will enjoy the items inside here or not.
Huffing, I crunch up the note and pull at the drawer, but it won’t fucking open. Ten bucks says this was Maddox’s doing.
Fuck him.
It’s up to me to decide…
What does he think I am? A fucking child to scold?
He can suck a dick too.
Tossing the note to the ground, I head back into the bathroom, strip the nasty clothes from my body, making sure to tuck the wire safely inside my dirty shirt, and walk inside the glass shower, eager to get clean and warm so I can relax.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. I could get used to this kind of luxury, but I need to keep my wits about me. I’m here to do a job. I can’t fall under the spell of their roguish good looks or allow myself to be swindled by the vast amount of money they toss around like fucking confetti.
Nope.
I’m Rory fucking O’Brien, and it’s time I take my life into my own hands.
