Shock slipped on Louis’s face and then seconds later left. “You want her monitored?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, sir.”
“What?”
“It’s just that. . .Rafael called and told me to let him know, if you grabbed the violin.”
“Then tell him I didn’t.” I headed in the direction of the limo.
Louis hurried behind me. “And…if he asked why you didn’t—?”
“Then tell him because I said I didn’t want to.”
“Okay, sir.”
There’s a solution to this. I haven’t figured it out yet. The little siren will do something for me, and we’ll just have to share Belladonna. And this time, I won’t. . .butcher it up.
Chapter 16
Clit Collab
Eden
Again, I read the card that Jean-Pierre delivered with the bodysuit.
Eden,
Last night was supposed to be different. Tonight will be different as well. But we will spend more time together this evening.
I will have guests over for the evening. I want you to play for us. Wear this under your dress tonight, when you play.
My staff will help you unpack and get you comfortable. Later this evening, they’ll bring you the dress and prepare you for the party.
Enjoy your day.
Jean-Pierre
Everything had occurred as he’d said.
His staff brought a gown that took two people to carry.
As a musician, one was supposed to wear a concert dress, when they performed. This dress was usually black with long sleeves and no plunging neckline. Classy and simple.
What Jean-Pierre had delivered was the exact opposite.
Big, bold, and crimson red with a fairytale ball-gown silhouette. I had no idea how I was even going to sit in the chair.
One of my staff who introduced herself as Violette explained that I would have a stool propped under my dress, while I sat.
This will be interesting.
He’d placed me in a see-through bodysuit underneath and then wrapped me in layers of floor length tulle. Jeweled embellishments of roses outlined the bottom.
Violette guided me to the room where I would perform. Holding my case, I took my time walking. Chatter rose from the room’s direction.
People are already here.
My nerves went on edge.
When I entered, everyone went silent for a few seconds and then returned to their conversations.
Holy shit.
More guests filled the room than the first private party I’d performed for him. At the other, there’d only been a handful of guests. This time, there were closer to thirty.
In each corner of the room, a woman danced. They looked familiar.
Are they from the Candy Shop?
No other women were present. All the guests were men who sat at tables, probably going back and forth with business.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I held my violin and stood by the door, scanning the space for Jean-Pierre.
Far off at the center table, he sat there watching me.
As soon as our gazes met, he gestured for me to come over. Rafael sat on his right, he’d been talking to him, but paused, and watched me walk over to them.
I swallowed, not happy to have Rafael’s attention. My fingers shook.
When I approached the table, Jean-Pierre rose. “How are you, mon beau?”
“I’m fine. Thank you.”
The other men at the table rose too. All draped in suits. A few guns flashed under their jackets.
I stirred a little but kept eye contact with Jean-Pierre.
He smiled at my violin. “Will you play for us?”
“Yes. What do you want me to play?”
“The music is in the other room.” He gestured to a closed door. “Come. Let me show you.”
Rafael exchanged glances with a few of the men on the side.
What’s going on?
Jean-Pierre walked off. I followed unable to not stare at his muscled ass as it moved in front of me.
We entered the room. It was small. A black couch sat in the center. A tiny silver box rested on the cushion.
Jean-Pierre guided me to the couch. “Open the box.”
I sat down by the silver box, picked it up, and unwrapped it. The paper slipped away with ease. A white box lay underneath. I pulled the top off. A tiny silver bullet lay inside. I didn’t need a master’s degree to realize that it was a sex toy.
I looked up at him. “This is my music?”
“It will be a collaboration.” He dug his hands into his pockets and pulled out a tiny remote control.
“A collaboration?”
He pressed the green button on the controller. The toy vibrated in the box. He pressed it again, and the toy stopped.
His voice lowered. “I want to play a game.”
“Okay.”
“First rule is. . .you stop when you want.”
I swallowed.
“If the toy is too much, you can stop playing, excuse yourself, and take it out.”
“Okay.”
My hands shook on my side. A lot of it was anticipation, not fear.
“I want to play a game.”
I stayed seated.
He lowered to his knees right in front of me. “Then, let’s begin.”
A hungry eagerness rushed through me. Had I seen him more yesterday, I may not have been so desperate for his touch. There was so much to the gown.