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way, please.” The vaulted
interior revealed wooden floors, cream-colored walls, and sparse furniture. I
followed the woman up a curving staircase. She opened a door, exposing a large
bedroom. “Here you are. The bathroom is to your right. Mr. Gordon will be with
you shortly.”
    “Thank you.” The door closed behind
her, leaving me alone. The bed, with its brass headboard and beige quilt, would
be the scene of unknown depravity. This is where I would…perform for the
mysterious billionaire. I stepped out of my shoes and undid my jeans, lowering
the material down my legs. I placed the clothing over a nearby chair.
Remembering the surveillance camera, I stiffened, feeling violated.
    Am I being watched right now?
    I removed my bra and panties quickly and
threw the robe on. I stared at the ceiling, searching for a camera. Paranoia
took over, and I began to stalk around the room, investigating every nook and
cranny, looking for little black holes.
    “Have you lost something?”
    I spun around to find Mr. Gordon,
dressed impeccably in a dark gray suit and tie. “Um, no.”
    “I think I know what you’re searching
for.” His look was vaguely detached, yet amused. “It’s here.” He walked to a
shelf across the room and pointed at a small opening in the wood.
    “Oh.”
    “Is there anything else you want to
know?”
    “I have a ton of questions.”
    “Of course you do.”
    “You’re not going to hurt me, are
you?”
    “Not unless you want me to.”
    Ugh . What kind
of answer was that? “Is this how you conduct business? Does the CEO of Harlan Pharmaceuticals
get videotaped having sex?”
    “No.”
    “Why me?”
    “Please.” He indicated the bed. “Have
a seat.” He took a leather chair near the bookshelf. “I might not have been at
the meeting, but I monitored your proposal. You must know you’re an attractive woman,
beautiful, actually. You have spunk and passion. It gave me an idea. I saw it
as an opportunity to fulfill some fantasies.”
    “Do you do this a lot?”
    “No.”
    “Uh-huh.” I stared at my fingernails,
noticing a ragged edge on my pinky.
    “You don’t believe me, but that’s
neither here nor there. You’ve read the contract. You know what’s required.
You’re in no danger, Ms. Fox.” He wandered over to the nightstand and took my
purse, digging through the bag.
    “Hey, what are you—”
    He handed me my phone. “Keep it near,
if it gives you security.”
    “T-thanks.”
    He resumed his seat, eyeing me. “Do
you have any other questions?”
    “Yeah, but never mind. Can we just
get this over with?”
    A hint of a smile turned the edges of
his mouth up. “As you wish.” He produced a phone and pressed a button. I eyed
the door warily, wondering who would arrive. As the seconds ticked by, the only
sound came from the birds outside the window. I rubbed my arms.
    “Are you cold?”
    “No.”
    “I can turn the heat up.”
    “Um, that’s all right.” The door
opened, and a thin, gorgeous looking woman entered. Oh, great. I’m gonna have to do the lesbian thing.
    “This is Elizabeth. Elizabeth meet Gretchen.”
    She smiled. “Hello.”
    “Hi.”
    “She looks petrified, James.”
    “She does, doesn’t she?”
    “What did you tell her?”
    “Nothing.”
    The tall brunette grinned. “Well,
that figures.” She began to remove her clothing, revealing an impossibly thin
body and small breasts. “This is supposed to be fun. You’ve got nothing to
worry about, Gretchen. You’ll see.”

Chapter Three

 
 
    “I hate to fuck in silence. Is there
any music?”
    “Sure.” Mr. Gordon stood and went to
the shelf, fiddling with an audio component. “Anything in particular?”
    “Something easy.” The sultry refrains
of Jazz filled the room. “Not too loud.”
    “Better?”
    “Yes.” Her attention was on me. “She
needs a blindfold, doesn’t she?”
    “It’s your call.” He resumed his
position in the chair. “Top drawer on the right.”
    She retrieved a