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“He deserves a fucking funeral.”
Reaper’s checking out the room. He ain’t ever been here before because he’s not a hooker kind of guy. “We’ll shove him in the van. You can follow on your bike.”
I shake my head. “Can’t come with you. On a date with Evanee.”
Harry laughs under his breath as Reaper turns to me, his eyebrows raised. “You brought her to a whorehouse? Jesus, Trigger.”
“Fucking brothel, you bastard. These girls aren’t whores!” They kind of are, but they’re my whores and no one trashes them. Not even me.
Reaper looks around the kitchen like she’s sitting in a corner. “Where is she, then?”
“Sitting in the lobby. Didn’t you see her?”
Joker breaks out in unaccustomed laughter. “She’s not in the lobby.”
I feel the blood drain from my face as I bolt out the door.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Evanee
After a few threats about what he’ll do if I don’t stay in the lobby of the brothel, Trigger heads into the back.
“Where’s he going?” I ask Valentine.
She’s wearing a Harem princess bedroom costume. The pale blue bralette is trimmed in gold coins and matches the sheer genie pants. A gold lamé head band completes the ensemble. “He’s got an asshole john to deal with.”
Yes, I knew that. It was not what I asked but I decide it doesn’t matter. “How long will that take?”
Valentine shrugs. “Depends on how thorough he wants to be.”
I know one-percenter clubs don’t plant daisies for a living but realize it’ll take a little time to get used to how they deal with trouble. I decide I need a distraction to settle my barely-there anxiety. “Would you take me on a tour? I’d like to see the inner workings.”
Valentine looks past me to the gorgeous woman standing behind the half-moon counter that’s set up on one side of what could pass for a five-star hotel lobby. The only item of clothing she appears to be wearing is a silk and linen three-button pale mint suit blazer that drops to her thighs. The deep dip of the single-breasted collar shows off her ample and still perky cleavage to its best advantage. “Is it okay, Amara?”
Amara grins brightly and I get the sense that she likes to tease Trigger. That’s all she better be doing, that voice inside me snarls. I don’t like it – the jealousy. It’s a new emotion that I don’t find endearing.
“Sure,” she tells Valentine, then turns her attention to me. “Have fun, but if you get caught, you didn’t get my permission.”
I don’t tell her that I never ask permission. I simply nod. It’s not that I don’t like the madam, but I really want her to never talk to Trigger again.
Valentine takes me to her room first. There are intricate patterned cushions strewn across the floor, unlit candles everywhere, bottles of red wine next to bowls of fruit. Vases are scattered on the tables and hardwood, the tall ones holding feathers and palm leaves and the smaller filled with fresh flowers. A round plush mattress on a three-foot pedestal is covered with a silk duvet and varying sized pillows. The canopy of sheer silk hangings matches the ones adorning the walls and other parts of the room. The low lighting and the scent of warm, sweet myrrh are the finishing touches.
In awe, I turn in a circle. The detail is phenomenal.
“What do you think?” Valentine asks in a way that suggests my opinion will make or break her day.
“I love it!” I exclaim as I test the softness of the mattress bed by bouncing my ass on it. It’s a bit of a turn-on to think of all the fucking that’s been done in here. I drop down, turn on my side and prop my hand under my head. “What’s your kink?”
She sits next to me. “Don’t really have one, I guess. I’m feminine and there are a lot of guys that are into this kind of role-play. They’re the sultan, I’m part of a harem.”
“Hmm. A one-woman harem.”
“Most of the time. They can have a two- or three-woman harem, but it’s costly.”
“Rich guys,” I murmur. “Are you ever tempted to run off with one of them?”
Her eyes shadow as she looks past me to a tall vase on the floor. “No. Never. This job pays well enough for me to save money.” She waves her hand around the room. “I stay here so no rent. Don’t have to cook or clean. When I’m tired of it or get too old, I’ll have enough to retire on.”
