Burning Ultimatum (Trevor's Harem #4) Read Online Free

Kylie. On the minus side, she’s incredibly devious and manipulative. But on the plus side, Kylie is able to pre-guess just about anyone. She’s always a few steps ahead, often many steps ahead. She’s essentially able to hack people. To see what they want, what they need, what they fear, what turns them on. Someone like that would be the ultimate seducer. Just as she’s blindsided you again and again, she could blindside a man who doesn’t even know what gets him worked up. A man who says one thing but secretly wants another.”  
    “So you’re looking for a prostitute?”  
    Trevor sighs. “I’m trying hard not to put you off, Bridget. I need you to believe me. No, we’re not looking for a prostitute, but I don’t know how to explain what we are looking for. Partially because there’s too much you don’t and can’t know. But mostly because we don’t even know.”
    “But you want a woman. A woman who’s willing to … ”  
    “A woman who can be modeled, maybe. Studied. Trained, or act as a trainer. We have equipment that’s not publicly known, able to map neural connections. It’s a private joke at Eros that we’re looking to find God in the machine … or possibly to put God into a machine.”  
    “I don’t understand.”  
    Trevor shrugs, and I see the truth: He doesn’t understand, either. Maybe nobody does. Perhaps Trevor, Daniel, Eros as a whole, and whoever else is involved are all stumbling through a pitch-black room, holding an electrical cord, stabbing blindly in hopes of plugging prongs into a socket out of dumb luck.  
    “Everyone has something. And at the last test, we were trying to select for Roxy’s something : specifically, that she has no sexual boundaries. We assumed sexuality was an obvious strength. Eros is in the eroticism business. Maybe we’re looking for better toys or maybe we’re looking for Porn 2.0. I honestly don’t know; nobody does. But sex, for sure. Maybe we needed fantasy/reality blending, as Ivy might have offered. But of course we needed sexual adventurousness in the pool. By trying to trigger you, Daniel was hoping he could force you to pass. I’m sorry to be so blunt, but your time together must have made him feel that under maximum arousal, you’re plenty capable of impressing the algorithm.”
    Algorithm? I flag the word for later as a more pressing question reaches my lips.  
    “But we didn’t do anything. I walked away from Daniel and went to bed.” I don’t mention the part where I painted the secret brick room with my bounty of orgasms. Supposedly, nobody knows about that … except for Daniel and Jessica, who maybe christened it together before I ever saw it.  
    Trevor returns to my side. He sits.  
    “And Roxy did the opposite. You should see the tapes, Bridget. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen.”  
    “So why was she eliminated, and I wasn’t?”  
    Trevor gives me a boyish shrug. Somehow, it’s incredibly charming.
    “Daniel? Did he somehow … I don’t know … push me through?”  
    “He can’t do that. Nobody can.”  
    “But you said he promised Jessica top three.” Saying the words isn’t easy. Blood wants to fill my face, make my tongue sluggish.  
    “That’s different. I can imagine ways he could influence trends, but never hotwire results.”  
    “Why can he do one but not the other?”  
    Trevor sighs.  
    “It’s complicated , isn’t it?” I say, resigned.  
    “Yeah.”
    “Then what about Kat?”  
    Trevor seems surprised. “What about her?”  
    “Kylie said she was kicked out. Not eliminated in the normal way.”  
    “Yes. I authorized it. Decisions like that, at least, are mine to make.”  
    I stare daggers.  
    “Bridget, she was gay.”  
    “And?”
    “And what?”  
    “Doesn’t that strike you as wrong? Kicking someone out just because she’s a lesbian?”
    “Not in this case. Preference matters. It’d be unconscionable for us to keep her here, doing things she