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to Madam Belietta.
Would they be angry or thrilled with her predicament? There was only one way to
find out. “I’m in General Noirte’s quarters.”
    “Oh my God. Are you all right?”
    “I’m fine. He’s been frighteningly civil.”
    “Did he fuck you?” Belietta’s sharp voice came across the
link. The madam was always direct and focused on the bottom line. Profits.
    “Not yet.” She looked around the living area. Everything was
neat and organized, but there was no sign of the general.
    “Is he with you now?” Celinna asked.
    “Obviously not or she wouldn’t be talking to us,” Belietta
pointed out with characteristic impatience. “You give him whatever he wants for
as long as he wants it. Do I make myself clear?”
    “Yes, but what if he won’t tell me what he wants?” She
closed her eyes and fought back the chilling dread that always accompanied
thoughts of her first customer. Even as attractive as she found Ra’jen, she
wasn’t sure she could fuck him for money. She had no choice. Pleasuring members
of the Protectorate ensured her safety and survival. “Who does he usually
request? Do you have any idea what he likes?”
    “That’s just it,” Belietta muttered. “You’re the only girl
he’s ever shown any interest in. His men assure me he’s not gay, but he won’t
touch any of the ambassadors.”
    “Until now.” Autumn could hear the smile in Celinna’s voice.
Celinna had taken a special interest in Autumn, had insisted she had that
unique quality that would attract their wealthiest customers. Belietta had
reluctantly allowed Autumn to participate in the fuck-fest, but she intended to
charge her first real customer an exorbitant fee.
    Autumn sat on the edge of the sofa, remembering the feel of
Ra’jen’s strong hands running over her body. “He hasn’t actually shown an
interest in me. He brought me here to heal me. Rebecca did a real number on my
back.”
    “We’ll take care of Rebecca,” Celinna assured. “You take
care of General Noirte.”
    “This is an amazing opportunity,” Belietta stressed. “Do you
understand how important this is?”
    “Yes, mistress.” What she didn’t understand was what
Belietta expected her to do if the general continued to be gallant. She
couldn’t make him desire her. Could she?
    “You know what happens to those who disappoint me. I would
much rather reward you for an astonishing success.”
    The connection terminated and Autumn leaned back, shivering
as the cool leather pressed against her skin. She understood the inferred
threat. Belietta rewarded those who made her lots of money and withheld the
compound from those who disappointed her. Without regular doses of the
compound, withdrawal was inevitable. Violent cramps and debilitating tremors,
then hallucinations and endless bouts of vomiting. No one survived withdrawal.
The only variable was how long it took a person to die.
    Human chemists had tried to replicate the compound for
years, ever since addiction was used to control the workforce. But the compound
was synthesized from an alien element that wasn’t found on Earth. Or any of the
other planets the Gathosians had pillaged if the rumors were accurate.
    Even reluctant members of the Protectorate were addicted to
the vile compound. The Gathosians found the strategy so effective they saw no
reason to expand their repertoire.
    Autumn drew her legs up to her chest and rested her forehead
on her knees. She had to think, had to find a way to seduce the most powerful
man in the Protectorate. Yeah, no pressure there.
    Blatant seduction was too obvious. He’d made his opinion of
ambassadors crystal clear. He was a soldier, a warrior elf. The description
made her smile. With rebellious strands of his waist-length hair streaming
around his shoulders, the title had been even more fitting.
    Her imagination grasped the detail and wove it into an
incredibly vivid image. She saw herself on his bed, legs spread to accommodate
his hips. He entwined