Vendetta in Death (In Death 49)
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“Anywhere. Everywhere.”
He took her wrists, turned her more toward the camera. “What do you want, Jessica?”
“You. I want you.”
“More than anything?”
“Yes, yes! Nigel, please. I can’t wait.”
“More than the position at Broadmoore?”
“More than anything.”
“Show me. Strip for me.”
She wore a simple black dress jazzed up with a thick silver belt, silver needle-thin heels. Her body quivered, her hands shook as she stripped down to bra and panties.
“Hold there.”
He stepped out of camera range while she shuddered, ran those shaking hands over her own body, begged him to touch her.
He came into range holding two glasses of wine. “A drink.”
“I don’t need wine, just you. Oh God, Nigel, please.”
“Drink.”
Dosed it with more, Eve thought as the redhead obeyed.
“That’s enough for now.” He set her glass aside. “On your knees, Jessica. Me first. You want to pleasure me, don’t you?”
She dropped down, dragged his pants down. And while she fellated him, he sipped his wine.
She watched for thirty minutes, through to him taking her to the bed while she all but wept with need. Where he asked—oh so polite—if she was adventurous, if he could tie her to the bedposts. She agreed to everything he asked, begged for more.
Then she skipped to the end where he stood in a robe, obviously freshly showered, and she sprawled, pale and heavy-eyed, on the bed.
“Get dressed and go.”
“What? I don’t feel very well. I feel …”
“I’m done with you. You can catch a cab at the corner or walk to the subway.”
“I don’t know where I am.” She looked around, a woman still caught in a dream. But she got up, swaying, stumbling, put on her clothes. “At the corner.”
“That’s right.” He took her arm. “You’ll take the elevator straight down to the garage—you understand.”
“Garage.”
“Walk out, turn left, walk to the corner for a cab. You’ll do ver
y well at Broadmoore, Jessica. You have talent.”
“Broadmoore.”
The vid stopped. After a few seconds, another started. Same bedroom, same setup. Another redhead.
Eve stopped the play.