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Red-tipped nails wrapped around my forearm.
“That’s Caroline. She gives world class head that’ll make you want to weep in ecstasy.” Eden squeezed my arm. “Let me know if you change your mind, first one’s on the house.”
Eden walked away and I quickly diverted my eyes.
I only had a few more hours before I could leave and scrub the scum off of me.
* * *
A few hours had turned into five and by the time I’d left the villa my skin was crawling. Catarina had done more in one night than I’d thought possible. She’d hit her mark and kept him engaged the entire night. She’d gotten up several times to leave. Each time she’d let Martin talk her into staying longer. The line between scared and curious had blurred as the night wore on. She’d allowed Martin to get close, but managed to push back anytime he tried more than a touch to her cheek or a brush of his filthy mouth over her neck. The man never got his hands anywhere inappropriate but he was gagging for it. Catarina had been spot-on, Martin wanted the chase. He owned a stable of hookers who would freely give him anything he asked for. He’d have no interest in easy. The man wanted to possess innocence. He wanted to corrupt and break a woman.
Sick motherfucker.
I hadn’t left until Catarina had finally managed to leave. Before she’d slipped from the party she’d found me from across the room and gave me a small smile.
All reservations I had about her were gone.
Dawn was kissing the sky when I pulled up in front of Atlee’s building. She lived on the north end of the strip off Las Vegas Boulevard and Sahara. The white stucco with blue-tinted windows high-rise looked out of place behind the Bonanza Gift Shop.
Depending on which unit was hers she’d have a view of the strip and Circus Circus to the south or the Strat to the north.
As soon as I pulled into the parking structure a valet appeared. He gave the car an admiring once-over before he opened the door.
“Sir,” he greeted.
“I’m not staying.” I left the car running, pulled a bill from my pocket, and handed the valet a tip. “Mind turning her around?”
“Of course.”
I waited until I was in the lobby before I called Atlee.
She answered with a sleepy, “Lo?”
“Hey, princess, I’m in your lobby.”
“What?”
“Put some clothes on and come down.”
“What? Is everything okay?”
No. Nothing was okay. My night was spent watching Martin’s call girls service his guests while Eden worked the room like a madam. Atlee was wrapped up in this mess and I wanted her clear of it and I was tired as fuck. All I wanted to do was go back to my suite, shower my night away, then crawl into bed next to Atlee.
Out of all of that, it was my need to feel Atlee curled into me that was the most fucked-up.
“Everything’s fine.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Get dressed and come down or I’m coming up to get you.”
“The elevators don’t work—”
“I pulled up in a two-hundred-thousand-dollar car, I’ve got five grand in my pocket. If that doesn’t get me up to your condo I’ll call Rhode and he’ll have me upstairs within five minutes.”
I heard an annoyed sigh and the sound of her moving around.
“Fine. Don’t bribe the doorman, I’m coming down.”
