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    So much for my façade of bravery . I risk a smile. “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” And actually, I am okay — his concern spreading a sea of calm throughout me. Maybe this will be okay. Maybe he isn’t planning on killing me. Maybe I’m paranoid.
    I am helped from the car by the driver, BlueEyes following me. He pushes gently on my back and I step forward, towards the glass house, unsure of what awaits me inside.

CHAPTER 6
    H e holds the commands, saying nothing as we move into a vaulted great room with nothing but windows before us, the city lights lying behind a lit pool and landscaped gardens. There is a contemporary guest house, a mini version of the main house, set off the side of the pool. It is a beautiful view, enhanced by his decorating theme of glass and stone. He pulls my arm, sliding his hands down to grip my hand. I glance down in surprise, the image of my hand in his an unfamiliar sight. A smile tugging his lips, he pulls me forward, taking me on a brief tour of the house. Four bedrooms, an office, minigym, and sauna float by, his head close to mine, his hand moving to the small of my back, his words soft and accommodating. I’m not really listening to what he is saying. It’s all about the wood used in the floors, the furniture ordered from Europe. I’m half-listening and instead wondering whatthefuck is about to happen. Why is he showing me around? It seems, ridiculously enough, that he is trying to impress me. The tour travels outside, through a stone walkway to the pool, a glowing blue square that drops off into the city view, twin hot tubs on either side.
    We step into the guest house, an unnecessary movement, since its entire interior is shown through the glass walls that make up three of its four walls. He points out the galley kitchen, the studio apartment, complete with a living room area, fireplace, walk-in closet and deluxe bath. He seems particular interested in my opinion, and I nod politely, a smile pasted on my features. “It is beautiful. You have a wonderful home.”
    Then, we return, back to the great room, my eyes flickering over the two bodyguards, who now frame the door, their eyes following us as his body guides me towards the kitchen.
    “Stop.”
    I stop, standing before a large dining table, it surface smooth and, like everything else, glass. I feel his hand on my back, sliding upward and then the release as my top is undone. I turn to face him, his eyes meeting mine as he reaches back and unties the strings around my neck, his fingers trailing over my skin as he pulls on the final pieces that holds my top in place. I wet my lips, unsure of my words, not wanting to say what I need to say.
    “We haven’t discussed money.”
    “That didn’t stop you from sucking my cock.” He doesn’t smile.
    I hesitate, feeling the fabric slide against my nipples as my top falls at my feet. “I don’t normally do this,” I whisper.
    “What, leave the club?”
    “No. Sex. That isn’t something I do with clients.” And not something I am going to do for free. No matter how big your house is. My body argues with my mind, physically pulled to the man, my hands wanting to reach forward right now and take his cock into my palm. My mind understands the reality of my situation and pushes back against my consumed-by-lust body.
    His eyes bore into mine, blue depths with flecks of domination in them, his olive skin bending as he speaks. “Ten grand.”
    I return his stare, wetting my lips as I feel his hands slide down my sides, feel them dip beneath the lace of my panties. Ten thousand dollars . A figure I can’t turn down. Not that, at this stage in the game, turning him down seems to be an option. “Okay.” I whisper.
    He yanks outward, the quick motion startling me, a ripping sound heard, and then I am naked, feeling a tickle of lace as the ruined cloth that was my panties drops to the ground between my heels, my eyes passing over his shoulder and alighting on the two