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Edgar turns and stomps towards Maddie, hauling her to her feet. She winces, thinking the same thing I am, that he is going to continue hitting her, but instead he pushes her towards me. “We are done here for today. I’m sure I’ve given you all a good enough example of what will happen if you don’t perform the way you are expected to.”
He turns and leaves without another word, leaving us all standing in the small room, wondering what to do next.
Maddie stumbles towards me and throws her thin arms around my waist. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I’m sorry about—”
I shush her, smoothing down her hair. “It’s okay. I understand. I’m sorry he yelled at you.”
She looks up at me, and I can tell she understands I’m talking about both Edgar and Luka. Tears gather in her eyes and spill across her cheeks.
I help her clean up her smudged makeup. When Edgar returns to lead us to the lounge, Maddie is standing by my side and looking as good as new.
* * *
The morning is spent doing different versions of what Edgar wanted done. Unlike the previous mornings, the men don’t need to be creative during this task. They get to ask for exactly what they want, though overt sex acts are still off the table.
Lap dances.
Strip teases.
And heavy petting that fills the room with soft moans and labored breathing.
As soon as he realizes what is going on, Luka claims me without hesitation. Part of me wants to tell him that we need to maintain our ruse, but perhaps that ship has sailed. Edgar as good as admitted I belonged to Luka—though Joel Foli is certainly still making his interest known.
Luka has me sit in his lap, straddling him so we are face-to-face and free to talk. He presses his lips to my neck and whispers in my ear.
“Who bruised your arm?”
I look down and realize there are dark lines of fingers forming across my forearm. “I’m not going to say.”
Luka’s hands tighten on my waist, and I circle my hips against him to relax him again. He hesitantly allows me to.
“I don’t want you losing your cool on anybody and ruining our plan so close to the end,” I say, grinding down into him. I am performing because I have to, but with Luka, it is hard to keep that line straight. His body pressed against mine will always be like a drug. I lose myself in him.
He kisses a line down my chest and between my breasts, moaning as he goes. “I’ll keep control.”
“Yeah, right,” I tease, arching into him. “You can barely keep control now.”
His hand slips around my thigh and brushes across my center. “That’s because you are so fucking hot.”
I smile and rock my body on top of his.
Over his shoulder, I see Joel Foli receiving a dance from Number Six. He tears his eyes away from her wide hips and thin waist to look at me and smile.
I shiver.
Luka begins to turn to see what made me uncomfortable, but I capture his lips with mine before he can. “Do you want a drink?”
He shakes his head. “I just want you.”
For a moment, we kiss and cuddle and find solace in one another. But it can only last a short time before we have to be practical.
“I think I’m going to try to convince Joel to leave the inn,” Luka says.
“What?” I ask, glancing back at Joel who is now grabbing Number Six’s hips and grinding himself against her backside. He looks like he is having too much fun to even think about leaving.
“I can’t leave because then I won’t be able to bid on you,” he explains. “But maybe I can convince Joel that there is no way he is going to get you, so he might as well leave. Maybe I can pay him to look for Milaya. That way, while we are in here, he can be looking for her. When we get out, we could go save her.”
I nod, trying to be supportive. “Maybe.”
