Page 5 of Trapped In His Harem

“I know,” sighs Lily. Suddenly, my mother looks very tired and every one of her forty years. “But don’t worry, honey. We’ll figure it out because we have to. We have no place to go if this doesn’t work out. Willy’s in jail, Aunt Cathy hates my guts, and you know I haven’t had a job in years. So it’s either the Daniels mansion or the women’s shelter. Please, please, please try to make it work, okay? I’m so sorry, Jasmine. This is not what I wanted, you have to believe me.”

I lay a hand on my mother’s shoulder while gulping heavily around the frog in my throat.

“I know, Lily,” I say in a soft voice. “It’s not your fault. And yes, I’ll find a way.”

After all, like my mom said, Ihaveto make it work. We have so much at stake … and Logan Daniels is the man who holds all the cards.

4

Jasmine

Around noon, a small gold envelope is slipped under the bedroom door. It contains a simple white card with directions to Logan’s private quarters in gold lettering, along with a time: 8 p.m. When I turn the card over, I see a dress code printed in the same gold lettering: lingerie. Wow, fancy. After all, I’m literally living on his estate and yet the billionaire sent me an actual invitation. Clearly, I’ve entered a whole new world.

Unable to focus on anything else, I spend the rest of the day pampering and primping in anticipation of my upcoming encounter with the handsome man. I take a long bubble bath scented with vanilla, and then dry my hair slowly using the diffuser so that my curls are bouncy and frizz-free. Carefully, I apply subtle make-up, making sure to emphasize my full lips and big brown eyes. I hope Mr. Daniels likes them innocent because despite my best efforts, I never appear sultry and seductive. The Megan Fox vampy look has never worked for me; I just look clown-like with all that make-up.

Plus, before Mom took off for dinner tonight, she left me some sexy lingerie to wear, and now I have to try it on. But as I pull out the lingerie, a gasp escapes my lips. What in the world was Lily thinking? Clearly, she believes the Megan Fox super-sexy attitude is the way to go because this lingerie is sassy, bordering on scandalous. Surely this kind of clothing only belongs on hookers. The lacy material is red and black, the cups of the bra pushing my boobs up and together like two enormous melons. The material barely covers my nipples, leaving the top half of my breasts spilling out. Fortunately, there are criss-cross lace threads to hold them in, kind of like a halter top. Even crazier, the matching thong is connected to a waistband with straps that run down my sides, and are clipped to the garters circling my thighs. What the hell? People dress like this in real life? I feel like I’m in a Frederick’s of Hollywood catalog.

But now, this is all I have unless I want to show up in my white cotton panties and bra. I grit my teeth. So be it. Megan Fox I shall invoke. God, this is so embarrassing but at least I have a black and red silk robe to use as a cover-up until I get there.

Gritting my teeth again, I slip into black stiletto heels, and step out of our room. It’s still a bit early, but this mansion is enormous and I want to give myself enough time to get there, in case I get lost trying to find Logan’s quarters. Besides, I can’t sit around waiting any longer. The butterflies in my belly have been multiplying all day, to the point that I haven’t been able to eat a morsel. And for me, that’s saying a lot because I’m a bigger girl with a voracious appetite.

With a grim expression, I begin to walk. I was right to worry about getting lost on the way to the screening room because this place is huge. Even though I’m literally holding the little white card with the gold-inscribed directions, I take two wrong turns and end up doubling back to start again. Finally, at exactly 8 p.m., I teeter down a long corridor with high ceilings and expensive-looking art lining the walls. At the end of the hall is a tall mahogany door. I put my ear to the door and listen – no sound. Uh oh. Am I in the right place? Or maybe, I’m the first person to arrive.

Well, there’s no sense in putting off the inevitable. Arranging my long, curly brown hair over my shoulders, I knock on the door. Total silence. In fact, it takes so long for anyone to answer that I raise my hand to knock again, when suddenly the door opens and there stands Logan Daniels himself. My breath catches despite myself because he looks impossibly handsome and huge, dressed in a plush blue robe that shows off his broad shoulders.

“Hi Jasmine,” he growls, his blue eyes flashing with satisfaction. “I’m glad you made it.”

“Of course,” I reply in a confident tone, even as my heart flutters in my chest. “I’m looking forward to the movie.” Then, Logan opens the door for me, and I step into a dimly lit room. It appears to be a suite with a private screening area once you enter. Oddly, there are no seats. Instead, there’s a sunken seating area in front of the huge screen, carpeted in soft shag and decorated with a bunch of plush brocade pillows. Not only that, but three other women are already here, lounging on the giant cushions in their lingerie.

“Um hi,” I greet in a stammer. “I’m Jasmine.”

The ladies wave at me while sharing a huge bowl of popcorn. I blush as I see how beautiful they are. Their bodies are lean and slim, and their lingerie looks sexy, not slutty. Meanwhile, I’m practically busting out of my outfit like I’m wearing an ill-fitting Halloween costume.

But Logan’s eyes are on me, not them. He’s gone to sit down on his own enormous pillow, but to my surprise, he’s slightly removed from the other women. He pats the pillow next to him and I swallow, starting to make my way over to him.

“Hold on,” he growls. “Robe off. Please,” Logan amends. He gestures to a coat rack behind me, which already has the silky robes of the other girls. My hands trembling, I slide the silk covering off my shoulders and hang it up on one of the empty pegs. Suddenly, I feel naked, vulnerable, and insecure about how my body looks in this scandalous outfit. My thighs feel thunderous, and my breasts too big and soft.

But when I turn to walk to Logan, I see the billionaire’s jaw clench as he stares hungrily at my body. I’m aware of his eyes on every inch of my curves as I teeter towards him in my stilettos, and a tingle of excitement stirs in my pelvis. He likes what he sees, that much is clear, and it gives me so much confidence. I’m attractive. I’m desirable. Now, I just need to stop trembling like some juvenile school girl at her first dance.

Trying to move gracefully, I sink into the seat next to Logan. He nods and winks, before turning to one of the other women.

“Kitty, would you please start the movie?” he asks. A blonde raises a remote, and the projector begins to whir. To my surprise, the opening credits to the movieLove, Actuallyappear on screen. I thought we’d be watching some crazy porno film, but evidently, our benefactor has a thing for romantic comedy.

“Have you seen this movie before?” Logan asks in a low voice. He’s sitting so close that I can feel heat waves emanating from his big body.

“Yes,” I whisper with a smile. “It’s cute and I love Keira Knightley.”

He grins.

“Good,” he replies. “But Keira’s got nothing on you, Jasmine. You’re much more beautiful than her.”

I gasp because Keira Knightley is one of the most gorgeous actresses in the world. I love her cut-glass jawline and wiry, athletic frame. But Logan merely shrugs.

“I like women with curves,” he says in a neutral voice. “What can I say?”

A warm flush graces my cheeks, and I look down for a moment. How does Mr. Daniels do that? He makes me feel so good about myself with just a few words. But right, the movie. The first scene begins and I try to concentrate, but it’s hopeless. I’m staring at the screen, but actually, I’m surreptitiously peeking at Logan from the corner of my eye. He's got long, bronzed, muscular legs that peek out from beneath his robe. My eye travels up to his crotch, but I can’t see beyond his thighs without turning my head, so I keep my eyes locked on the screen. What is he wearing under his robe? I have to muster all my self-control not to swivel my head because this is so embarrassing. I can’t believe I’m ogling him like a creeper.

“Would you like some popcorn?” Logan asks in a low tone.

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