Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
"You're not a whore," the slightly accented voice comments.
I glance sideways at him. "Not yet, no."
Up close, he's handsome, his features distinguished, but it's there in his eyes, the depravity that lies within him. His eyes are like a warning to anyone who cares to look close enough.
His gaze narrows as he steps closer to me, so close I can smell his strong aftershave. "Yet?" He purrs, his lips twisting into a smile. His eyes trail over my body, making me feel dirty.
I shrug, smiling back at him. "A girl's got to work, right?"
"You know who I am?" he raises his eyebrow.
"What is it they say? Do your research before applying for a job. I did my research, Mr. Mussa." My voice projects confidence, but the expression on his face is suspicious, as though he shouldn't be researchable, as though he's untouchable. "A friend of mine heard one of your girls talking."
He purses his lips. "I see."
I take a deep breath. "I need a job, now are you going to give me one, or are we going to chit-chat all night? I have places I could be."
His lips twitch into a smile as his eyes skate over my body. "You're not the usual type." He touches his index finger to his bottom lip.
I shrug. "No. I'm not."
"Bold," he laughs. "I like it. Well, I think we could both make money out of this. Fifty-fifty split, you only work for me. I find out you've been working for someone else, and we're going to have a problem." His voice lowers, the threat thinly veiled.
A wide grin spreads across his lips, and he leans into me, trailing his fingers across the top of my breast. I grit my teeth and try to stop the shiver that threatens to overtake my body. "Now, I need to interview you."
My stomach twists at his words, but I fix a smile on my face. "Well, lead the way." I hope to God Jude is right about this, and Mussa does actually go to that hotel room instead of taking me off to some lair, or trying to fuck me in one of the brothel rooms. The thought makes me sick for more than one reason.
He places his hand low on my back, and it takes everything in me not to flinch away from his touch. My natural instinct is to shove my knee between his legs and run like hell. My body fights against me as it threatens to bolt. I grip my bag tighter trying to stop my shaking hands. Joe has conditioned me to fear any type of male contact. The only touch I can handle is Jude's.
Mussa walks behind me, guiding me down the road, through the crowds of people gathered on the pavement, drunkenly commuting between clubs and bars.
"Mmm, I have to say, you're a very nice surprise this evening," he purrs. I don't look at him.
"Well, I'm glad I could brighten up your evening." I see the hotel as we turn the corner but pretend I don't know where I'm going, waiting for him to lead.
He moves his hand from my back and walks in front of me across the road. I release the breath I've been holding ever since he placed his hand on me.
My eyes skate across the parked cars outside the hotel entrance, until they land on a black SUV with smoke streaming from a gap in the window. Marney nods once at me, his expression as serious as I've ever seen it. I smile at him and continue to follow Mussa.
The girl at the reception desk waves at him, but says nothing else; she doesn't even spare me a glance. The ride in the lift is tense. I feel like I'm on a timer, about to blow at any minute. This guy creeps me out. The way his eyes practically fuck me is nothing short of disgusting. I'm anxious to get to the room because I know Jude will be waiting. I've come to crave his presence, and it's something I'm not entirely comfortable with.
Mussa stops outside one of the doors, his eyes flicking to my lips. For a second I think he's going to kiss me, and I freeze. He smiles slowly. "You're a pretty little thing," he says. "I bet you got a pretty little pussy, don't you?"
I think I'm going to throw up.
My back presses hard against the wall, and I feel sweat trickle between my shoulder blades. It's hot as fuck in here, and my heart is slamming around like a fucking beast inside my chest. This is taking too damn long. I can't believe I let her talk me into this. I don't like that my eyes aren't on her. The handle of the gun slips in my damp palm. Fuck this shit! I push away from the wall, and then, I hear footsteps down the hall, followed by Tor's laugh.