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She did that hair thing again. “Not one for small talk, are you?”
“Nothing small to be talking about.”
“You shouldn’t need to do anything much. Just be there.”
“Where?”
“In my suite, while I have a visitor.”
“You buying a fat load of coke or something?” I nudged her suitcase with my foot. “Or selling? Don’t seem the type, somehow.”
She rolled her eyes. “Hardly.” The lift dinged. “You know how to keep your mouth shut, right?”
“Ain’t much of a talker. Sure ain’t no grass.”
“Figured as much.” She opened the door with a credit card thing. Fucking weird. “Do you want your money now, or later?”
“Not worried. Guess you’re good for it.”
I didn’t know where to fucking put myself, everything looked too posh to touch. The room was fucking massive, with double doors that led through to another. I hadn’t ever seen a four-poster in the flesh, looked like a king’s pissing palace, this place. She sat herself down on a fancy chair. “I needed someone I could trust to keep their mouth shut. Someone who can be around... just in case.”
“In case what?”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Have you, um... have you heard of BDSM?”
“Weren’t born yesterday, estate manager. I’ve been around the block a bit.”
“So, you know what it involves?”
“Whips and chains and all that kinky shit. Yeah, I know. Why?”
She smiled a bit, flicking her hair. Nervous and real fucking pretty. “Well, I’m, um. I’m... into it.”
I hadn’t seen that shit fucking coming. “You want me around while you turn into Miss Whiplash, go right ahead. Ain’t gonna faze me.”
She played with her nails. “It’s the other way around, actually. I’m a submissive.”
“Submissive? You like getting beat up?”
“Something like that...” She looked at me, and I saw something else in her. Something I’d never seen back there at the garages. A sparkle in her eyes, some clichéd crap like that. “I’m meeting someone here, in about half an hour. I just want you to stay out here, while we go in there.” She gestured to the bedroom. “If I call for you, which isveryunlikely, you come in and save the damsel in distress. If not, just sit here. Watch TV or something.”
“I watch TV while some guy beats the shit out of you?”
“It will sound worse than it is,” she said. “If he really is beating the shit out of me, believe me, I’ll be calling for you.”
“Fine,” I said, only I wasn’t so sure it was. My stomach felt fucked up. Not from the steak, either. “Who’s the guy?”
“Just a guy.”
I shrugged. “Fair enough. Likely to be trouble?”
“No,” she said. “This is just a precaution. We try and play safe.”
“We?”
“Players, in the BDSM scene.”
“Who do you usually use for security? How come I got the gig?”
