Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Stop it, Sonya—what’s wrong with you, thinking like that? she’d scolded herself. He’s a client—he bought and paid for you. You have no say in any of this and there’s nothing sexy about it!
But despite lecturing herself about how she shouldn’t fantasize about her VIP client, Sonya couldn’t seem to stop it. And she hadn’t been able to make herself move away from the big Kindred until at last, some time later, she felt him stirring.
Davrik hadn’t said anything about her being draped all over him, so she assumed he didn’t know. But that hour she’d spent pressed against his broad back and breathing in his warm, addictive scent had somehow affected her, and made her want to know him better and get closer to him.
Which was just as well, since the moment he woke up, Davrik immediately took charge of everything. He had ordered them breakfast and though he hadn’t asked what Sonya wanted, he somehow seemed to know all of her favorites. Then, after they ate, he had chosen her outfit and gotten her dressed—sliding the dress over her head and fastening the back without being asked. He had even done her hair—which was something no man had ever even attempted before.
Because Sonya’s dad had been white and her mom had been black, she had “mixed girl hair” which could be delicate and difficult to deal with. If it was conditioned properly and treated with the right products, it fell in long, natural ringlets down to the small of her back.
Back home, before the invasion, she’d used a product called Miss Jessie’s Coily Custard. But finding the right hair care millions of light years from home was difficult—if not downright impossible. Sonya had been trying different things since she had been sold to The House of a Thousand Flowers, but she still hadn’t found the exact right combination of ingredients yet.
Davrik, however, had somehow known about her difficulty and also just how to treat her hair. He had remarked that he understood how hard it must be for her to get what she needed and promised to find her products that would work with her hair type. Then he had coaxed her curls into a fashionable chignon at the back of her neck which had both surprised and pleased her.
Afterwards, he had taken her on a “date” to the Zero G swimming area which was basically just a huge vertical space where you could float around for fun. They had held hands and pushed off the walls, doing slow-motion flips and somersaults and laughing when they got turned around or upside down.
After that, Davrik had insisted on taking her shopping.
“Anything your heart desires, baby girl,” he’d told her generously. “Whatever you want—it’s yours.”
Sonya had always loved to shop and once she realized he wasn’t kidding, she’d allowed herself to indulge a bit. She hadn’t really been shopping for over five years since the invasion—not if you didn’t count scrounging for food in abandoned grocery stores while keeping one eye out for the Scourge patrols who were always trying to round up more humans to sell to the slavers.
So once more indulging in retail therapy made her incredibly happy. She didn’t even care that she was shopping on an alien world and most of the clothes weren’t meant for humans—she’d found a few nice dresses in her size and then Davrik had insisted on buying her some beautiful jewelry and hair ornaments to go with them.
“I want you to wear this when you’re singing in the Lounge tonight,” he’d murmured, fixing a gorgeous blue and gold ornament into her hair that matched one of the gowns. “You’re going to look so beautiful I won’t be able to take my eyes off you for the whole set.”
“Oh…you’re going to come hear me sing again?” Sonya had asked, slightly surprised.
“Of course.” He had cupped her cheek in one big, warm hand and looked down into her eyes. “I never want to miss a chance to hear your beautiful voice again, baby girl.”
True to his word, he had come to listen, sitting right up front where Sonya could reach down and touch his hand every once in a while, which kept the bracelet she wore from burning her. He had even requested some very specific songs which no one who didn’t have a thorough knowledge of Earth jazz and blues music would know. Sonya sang them, putting on a show that was mainly just for him. In fact, she barely even noticed the Trollox, Sir Grox, sitting at a table in the corner of the room and scowling at her through her entire act.
Better be careful, Sonya, whispered a little voice in her head when she glanced up once and saw the Trollox shooting her a glare that would certainly have been deadly if looks could kill. There was an ugly mixture of jealousy and fury on the lumpy features of all three heads and all seven yellow eyes were narrowed in fury. You’d better watch out. This week Sir Davrik has you but next week he’ll be gone and Sir Grox might be your VIP client!