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Whereas anyone else would wait outside, the dignitary follows him inside, his eyes greedily staring. Taking a deep breath, I walk in as well, closing the door behind us.
My nose twitches at the smell of jasmine, sweat, and the musk of sex. Fuck. Mr. Todd fills his lungs with the scent like a creeper, his eyes looking for the cause.
“Is someone else here?” he asks, and Isaac smirks, knowing he’s been semi-caught. I’m the only one who can tell that his pupils are widened with worry.
“We aren’t monks here at the facility, and this is my down time,” Isaac reminds him.
Mr. Todd surprises both of us by walking into the bathroom, throwing it open.
“Girl!” he yells, and I hear Silla gasp as the shower curtain is yanked aside.
Fuck, this man is an asshole. Isaac’s hand fists, his feet following Mr. Todd inside.
“Is that really necessary, Sir?” he asks mildly, shaking his head just a little at Silla. Isaac is asking for a lot of faith from her right now.
“I’m rock hard from the scent of sex and the thought of the two of you,” Mr. Todd snarls.
Silla’s hands are over her pussy, her hair covering her full breasts. Her breath is a little fast, but more because of the surprise than anxiety. Her lips are pressed tightly against each other, and I know she wants to say something.
“Mr. St. Clair and the girl aren’t responsible for your insistence on coming here, nor what you found,” I murmur. “Can we offer the girl a towel? We aren’t cavemen after all.”
I offer a small chuckle, and Silla’s eyes move to me. I know she recognizes the uniform that Mr. Todd’s wearing, because she never once looks up at him, her body coiled uncomfortably. I can’t offer any comfort, because I don’t know what he’s going to want.
Unfortunately, the Queen’s dignitaries need to be kept happy, no matter what. I don’t know what it’s going to take to buy his silence.
“I’m enjoying the view… What were your plans before I interrupted you, Mr. St. Clair?” Mr. Todd asks silkily.
“I was planning to shower,” Issac says, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around Silla. Helping her out, he tips her head back to meet her eyes before dipping down to brush his lips against hers.
“I can smell her pussy from here,” Mr. Todd lies. I know he’s lying, because she’s fresh from the shower, but still my nostrils flare to test the air.
“I very much doubt that,” Isaac scoffs, drying Silla off. I can tell that he’s not doing it because she can’t do it herself, but because he needs something to do. “I believe that you came looking for me to do the Queen’s bidding. Why don’t we let the girl go on her way. She’s served her purpose.”
Stiffening, my eyes watch Silla, begging her to understand that neither of us mean what we have to say to get out of this. Her eyes flick up to his as she squeezes the moisture out of her hair, and I notice her eyes are clear of hurt, though a little alarmed.
“What section is she?” Mr. Todd demands, and Silla places her hand on Isaac’s chest, gently pushing.
Ah, the bathroom is too damn small. Isaac’s hand goes on her back, saying, “She’s in Section B, though she’s the best I’ve seen in her code work. We don’t need to have this conversation in the bathroom, it’s too small for four people.”
Mr. Todd realizing where we are, nods and steps out. Isaac leans by her ear, saying softly, “Go with whatever happens, Little Hacker. We may need to get creative, Baby Girl.”
Silla looks lost for a minute before straightening her shoulders. “Okay,” she whispers, walking with him.
“I tried to keep him away,” I tell them, so softly only we can hear.
Silla brushes her hand against mine to show she hears me, and then Issac and she are in the bedroom.
“If you’re so wonderful at code work, are you in Section B because you’re pretty with a tight pussy?” Mr. Todd asks, pulling out one of Isaac’s desk chairs to sit in.
The man is very particular about his chairs, and I wince internally, because I’ll be hearing about this for days after this.
Silla’s toes curl, and I know she’s centering herself, forcing herself not to shift her weight. I’ve been making myself pay more attention to Silla, and I think that pain helps her keep her face smooth of emotion.
It’s certainly working well right now.
Remaining silent, she keeps her eyes down, making sure that her towel is secure.
“There’s a panel that places people into the different sections, so I’m honestly just as surprised by it,” Isaac says calmly.
