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“Okay,” I say, my voice sounding small to my own ears. “I—”
We hear the turning of the lock and Jaime frowns as all the girls scramble to their places. I make my way to the platform, but lean my head to see the men who step into the room. There are only two, a guard I recognize, and another huge man with deep blue hair and tattoos covering most of his skin. He doesn’t look like most of the men who come through here, and though they’re very different, he reminds me a bit of Atlas, and I feel a pang at that thought, wondering if he’ll ever come back for me.
I push the thought aside, feeling stupid.
“Take your pick,” the guard says to him, and the large man grins, stepping further into the room.
“Well, hello, ladies! Riot’s here and ready to go.” He beams, and the girls all giggle, Jaime and Reyne stepping up toward him. He puts his arms around both, the smile never leaving his face as he looks down at both of them.
“Damn if this isn’t the kind of reception a man needs,” Riot says with a wink, pulling back to look at both women at arm's length. Bringing a fist up to his teeth, he bites down.
“Goddamn, ladies,” he says through his teeth, making them giggle. I notice Jaime flush, and mentally shrug to myself. I suppose some clients are more appealing than others, and even I’ll admit the smiling, tattooed man certainly is good looking.
As though summoned by the thought, his eyes move and land on me, widening a touch. He watches me a moment before turning to Jaime and kissing her hand, repeating the same gesture with Reyne.
“Ladies,” he says, stepping away from them and around the cushion. Jaime jumps up, but he gently pushes her aside to stand in front of me, putting a big hand out toward me. He’s smiling and gives me a small nod.
“Come on, sweet thing,” he says. I catch the guard's eye and see him nod as I put my hand out into the strange man’s and wonder which would really be worse.
Apparently, the decision to let me dance instead was short lived.
I feel like I’m floating as I listen to Riot talk to the guard before leading me toward one of the doors and through, into a room I’ve never been in.
I’m not surprised to see a similar motif as outside, lots of plush and red and black colouring everywhere. It’s a room that exudes sexuality, and it's only the bed that finally pops my bubble and I blanch, stumbling slightly. The door closes behind us and a large hand stops me from falling. I look up into the dark eyes of the man I’m supposed to…
“Hi,” he says with a small smile, bringing a hand up to push my hair behind my ear. “Aren’t you a pretty little fucking thing?”
I notice a tattoo on his arm of a woman giving fellatio to a man, and flush, looking away. I don’t look at him as he takes my hand and leads me to the bed. My body is shaking and I don’t think I could use my voice if I wanted to. Pretty sure I’d scream if I tried.
“You don’t have to be scared, I won’t hurt you,” he tells me in a soothing voice. Once I’m seated, he gives me another smile.
“That’s fucking better,” he says, before leaning forward. I resist the urge to pull back and squeeze my eyes shut to keep the tears from spilling. I feel his breath on my ear.
“Atlas sent me to make sure you were okay,” he whispers, and I whip my head up to look at him. He smirks at the reaction and pulls back.
“A-Atlas?” I clarify, and the man nods.
Relief washes over me and I feel my entire body deflate. The man holds out his hand.
“Riot, nice to meet you. Sorry, it has to be fucking here.”
The corner of my lip turns up as I shake his hand.
“Kinsey.”
“Well, Kinsey, you’ve got yourself a rightfully fucked-up situation here,” he says, holding his hands up and shaking his head. “I’ve seen a lot of shit….” He trails off and looks back at me.
I pull back a touch, realizing that despite Atlas, this man did bring me intothisroom. Friendly smile or not, I do not want this man's hands on me.
“Don’t worry, sugar,” he says with a chuckle, seeming to read my mind, “You’re hot shit and I see why Atlas likes ya, but I ain’t gonna fuck ya.” He wrinkles his nose. “I mean, I would but like to, slave chicks are really my thing, you dig?”
I raise an eyebrow, unsure of what to say.
“Cool. So Atlas wanted me to check on ya.” He narrows his eyes and pulls back, looking me up and down. “You good?”
My mouth hangs open slightly, thrown off by the strange, fast-talking man in front of me. Whatever I expected today, it wasn’t Riot.
“I-I, umm, yeah?” I finally reply. “Did…ummm, Atlas say…”
