I close my eyes and lean back and absorb my new reality. Shit. I don’t know what is even going to happen. Will Maddox use me as his plaything for one night? Or will I be on a temporary status until he searches for his next flavor?
Rudy pulls up just outside a large gated estate.
“Are you ready? You know what you’re supposed to do, right?”
“Yes, I’m going to go in there like I want to be with him, and as long as he’s happy, she’s safe.”
“Smart girl.” He opens his door, stepping closer to let me out. The asshole clicked the childproof locks on the door and windows before tossing me in. I didn’t have the option of jumping out once he stuffed me in there. As he moves toward the back passenger door, my heart picks up pace. I’m not a seductress, and yet I’m forced to take on that role to a man who has probably a brothel of women in and out of his place.
Fuck, it’s cold. We live in southern Texas, but we’ve been hit with a cold spell. It’s only fifty degrees outside, and I’m not wearing a coat. I walk up with the most confidence I can muster, and the guard meets me with a scowl, roaming his eyes up and down my body that is exposed in this way too skimpy red dress. “This is private property. Can I help you?” He slides his tongue over his top lip, licking his chops.
Arching my brow and with one hand on my hip, I answer, “I’m here to see Mr. Devlin.” Fuck, it’s freezing, and yet, I’m starting to feel sweat under my boobs, or maybe I’m too nervous and way out of my league. That’s not going to help my mission in the least. Immediately I think of my sister. This is for her.
He scoffs. “I don’t believe he’s expecting you.”
“I’m sure he is. He made a deal with my stepbrother.”
“I wasn’t made aware of any guests coming.”
“I need to see him,” I purr, grabbing the bars and leaning forward, attempting to use my large breasts to entice him while simultaneously giving my under-boob a breeze.
“Little thing, as hot as you are, you’re not going to see the boss. I’m not about to lose my life for a bimbo looking to sneak into his bed. Now, if you want to earn some money, maybe you could ride me.”
“Ugh, no.” Revulsion hits me straight in the gut. It’s bad enough being bartered to a man I find sexy as hell.
He crosses his arms, giving me a nasty scowl. I don’t care about this guy. It’s the boss man I need to speak with. “Gold digger.”
“I just want to talk to him about my stepbrother and see if I can make a deal.”
“Who is your stepbrother?”
“Rudy Jones.”
He laughs his ass off. “Oh, that piece of shit is your stepbrother? The boss isn’t going to want to meet you no matter how fine your pretty ass.” I blow out a hard breath which is visible in this cold weather.
His phone goes off. “Yep. Jones’s sister. Should I send her packing?” He hangs up and tucks the phone in his pocket. “Looks like you got lucky. The boss is feeling generous. You can see him.”
“Lucky,” I mutter under my breath. The gates open up, and I think he’s going to frisk me, but he jumps back like I’m contagious. Maybe the boss man didn’t tell his minions that he’s into fresh meat for a price.
Chapter 3
Maddox
The cameras follow every step. I switch to the one with the best vantage point, zooming so close that I can see the swell of her breasts and her rapidly beating heart. She’s approaching one of my guards. From my angle, it looks like she’s trying to flirt with him. I’m going to spank her ass for that. I turn on the sound and listen in. I’m calling him right away because another disgusting word from his mouth is going to be met with a bullet.
I storm out of the house. I don’t give a fuck if it’s cold, or this could be a trap. I want her, and the thought of anyone looking at her dressed like that sends me into a violent rage. “If any one of you put your hands on her, it’ll be the last thing you do,” I warn my guards who come from the sides of the house.
“Get over here right now.” I take off my suit jacket and drape over her shoulders. “You and I need to speak, and then you’re going to understand what I’m willing to tolerate.” My hand rests on the small of her back as we move quickly to the house. My impatience and irritation show when she wobbles in her hooker heels. Snarling, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her into my office. Once I set her on her feet, I lock the door.