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“No.”
A talker. “Okay. I can step out while you undress to your comfort level.”
“I’m not undressing for you.” His tone struck her as disrespectful, something she wasn’t fond of with clients, especially new ones.
“As I said, it’s to your comfort level. And while you’re in this space, you will address me as either Mistress or Mistress V. Do you understand?”
He glared at her. What kind of game was he into? He’d been vetted, his background check cleared, but there was no way to background-check a personality.
“If you choose not to play by my rules,” she said, putting plenty of authority behind her voice, “then you can leave. But there are no refunds.”
He must’ve realized she meant it because he held his wrists in front of him like he was ready to be bound. Good. Once she had him restrained, she’d cane the asshole right out of him.
When she turned to her wall of toys and reached for her large leather restraints, she sensed movement behind her. Before she could turn around, Troy was on her, grabbing her from behind and lifting her up. She drove her spiky heel down hard into his kneecap, and he threw her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her. She screamed out for help as she scrambled to her feet. Rae lunged for one of her whips on her toy wall, but the man was on her again before she could reach it, squeezing her so tight she thought she’d pop like an overfilled balloon.
“Your friend already left,” he growled into her ear. “And if you want to live, you’ll stop struggling.” That’s when she realized he had a knife pressed to her throat.
She stopped kicking her legs, and he set her down. She touched her neck. No blood. Adrenaline raced through her veins, her body fighting the need to go back into fight mode again. “What do you want from me?”
“We want you to make a call to Detective Clearwater.”
Rae’s stomach dropped. He wasn’t a psycho client trying to rape her. He was with Bobby and the Pearson guy.
“Get your cell phone,” Troy said, if that was even his name, which it probably wasn’t. Likely a stolen identity to get through her vetting.
“It’s in my office.”
“Get it.”
He followed her closely as she got her phone from her office. As soon as she had it in her hand, he said, “Call him on FaceTime. Do not point the phone in my direction, or I will slit your throat.”
She dialed Dayton’s number, but he didn’t answer.
“Call again,” he said.
Just as she was about to try again, Dayton called her back.
“Dayton, listen,” she said, keeping her voice level and clear, “I need you to switch the call to FaceTime.”
He detected the anxiety in her words. “What’s going on, Rae?”
“Please, just do it.”
His face pulled up on her screen, and she could see her own strained expression minimized in the corner of her phone. Troy came up beside her, pressing the knife to her throat while staying out of view of the phone’s camera.
“What the fuck?” Dayton’s eyes got huge.
“Detective Clearwater,” Troy said, his voice suddenly dropping a full octave. “We need you to uphold your end of things, or there will be consequences.”
What was he talking about? What end of things?
“I told them already. I don’t have access to it.” Dayton was using his stiff detective voice, but there was an edge of panic, which drove Rae’s heart into her throat.
“Yes, you do.” Troy pressed the knife deeper into her skin, her pulse beating against the blade.
“Goddamn it, I don’t. Please, don’t hurt her.”
“It shouldn’t be this one you’re worried about, Detective.”
