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Standing on the other side is Kari. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a limp ponytail today, and she flinches back when shirtless Luka opens the door.
“I’m here for Number Seven,” she says softly, looking down at the floor.
“She isn’t ready yet,” Luka growls, probably frightening the woman even more.
Kari looks up and past Luka to find me sprawled on the bed. Her eyebrows pinch together in concern as she studies me, clearly looking to make sure I’m okay. “I am supposed to take you to your room to shower.”
“She is showered,” Luka says. “She doesn’t need to leave.”
“Well, I’m supposed to—” Kari looks from Luka to me, trying to decide if she can handle this on her own.
“Can I change here?” I ask, wrapping the sheet around my chest and sitting up. “That would be easier anyway.”
Especially since I don’t have a dress to wear. I put the one from yesterday on after my shower, but Luka ripped the shoulder strap in his urgency to tear it off me again.
“I brought a dress,” Kari says, holding up a red gown draped over her arm while glancing to the pile of red discarded on the floor. “Just in case you needed it.”
Luka holds out his hand for the dress, and Kari hands it to him. “I’ll wait outside for you.”
I nod, but Luka slams the door shut before I can say more.
“She is scared,” I tell him when he throws the dress on the bed.
“She called you Number Seven,” he grimaces.
I let the sheet fall away again and move towards him on my knees. When I reach him, his large hands grip my waist, warm and firm. I wrap my arms around his neck and arch my body against his. “That is because she doesn’t know who you are to me. She doesn’t know that you aren’t like the other men here.”
Luka looks poised to argue, but when I rock my hips against him, his eyes glaze over. He looks down at where our bodies meet and then bends to press a kiss to the top of my breast. “I’m scared, Eve.”
I nod. “I know.”
“There are few things in this world that scare me, but the thought of not being with you, of someone taking you from me …” He grips my waist even harder, almost crushing me. He sounds haunted, like a man woken up in the middle of a nightmare.
“That won’t happen,” I whisper, curling my finger under his chin and lifting his eyes to mine. “You are going to win every auction. In twelve hours, we’ll be back here together and nothing else will matter.”
Luka pulls me into one last kiss, letting it linger until there are butterflies in my stomach and my hands are too shaky to dress myself.
He helps me slip into the panties Kari brought and then zips the dress for me. It is significantly shorter than the dress from the day before, but rather than being skintight, it flares out around my thighs in a flouncy skirt. The top is still just as low cut, though, exposing more cleavage than I’m usually comfortable with.
Luka’s nostrils flare when he looks at me. “I hate that you look so sexy in that. Everything about this place should repulse me, including the clothes they pick out for you to wear. I should despise you in this outfit.”
I shake my head and hug him, laying my head against his chest. “I’m still your wife. You can find me sexy in anything I wear. I give you permission.”
“Good,” he sighs, kissing the top of my head. “Because you are killing me in this dress.”
I pull back and look up at him, mustering as much of a smile as I can. “Just know that no matter what happens today, you are the person I’m imagining ripping this dress off me.”
He groans softly, the sound a low rumble in his chest. “How much time do you think we have?”
“Not enough for you to ravish me properly.” I smile. “That will have to wait until tonight.”
He takes a deep breath and nods. “Tonight.”
Kari is waiting outside for me, just like she said, and she walks next to me in silence as we make our way through the maze towards the lounge. Finally, she looks over at me.
“Are you okay?”
I almost admit that I’m great—much better than I was yesterday—before I remember I am supposed to be traumatized. She thinks I was taken to bed by a stranger and tormented all night long. She has no idea that I came no less than seven times in eight hours.
