Page 18 of Caged Bliss

Then she surprises me and leaves her cage. She takes a tray from one of the other girls and they switch spots. I watch Claudia hurry toward the hallway Tommy and Serena just left and she disappears inside, her head down, charging forward like she’s on a mission.

Tommy’s office is down that way.

My heart starts beating faster. She can’t be going in there to snoop for me. Could she? I’m so fucking tempted to follow, but I know there are eyes on me right now, and I don’t want to blow this for her.

So I stay seated. I’m impatient and annoyed, but I don’t move. Claudia is probably just going for a break and I’m reading into this too much.

Except a few minutes after she disappeared, Rodrigo follows after her.

And a nasty feeling fills my guts.

I get up and walk after him. Maybe I’m overreacting, but I can’t help myself. I move down the hall and spot Rodrigo punching in the code at Tommy’s office door. He grabs the handle and is about to push it open when I call his name.

He pauses and looks over with a frown.

“Mr. Bianco,” he says, hand still on the knob. “What can I do for you?”

I rack my brain. This is fucked. This is beyond fucked. I don’t even know that she’s in there. But if she is?—

“I need you to set up a private room for me on the third floor.” The words spill out before I have time to consider them.

Lucky for me, Rodrigo’s a pro. He doesn’t show any surprise. “Of course, sir. I’d be happy to. If you like, you can go directly to any of the employees?—”

“I have specific needs and I need someone discreet. I’d prefer it if you would do this for me.”

He nods once. Still keeps his hand on the knob. “What can I do for you?”

“I need a bed.” His face doesn’t react. His hand doesn’t move. “And flowers. Roses and tulips. I need champagne?—”

“Really, Mr. Bianco, these are standard requests. If you head upstairs, there’s no judgment.”

“I need a sex machine.” I draw in a slow breath and blow it out. “You know the ones. They do the fucking for you.”

Rodrigo’s lip twitches. “Yes, sir, we have several different models available.”

“Bring me three. I need a saddle, velvet blindfolds, silk ropes, handcuffs, lubricant, condoms, and a grilled cheese sandwich.”

Finally, Rodrigo’s hand moves away from the handle. “I can take care of this, Mr. Bianco.”

“I appreciate your discretion. Which room should I head to?”

“I’ll put you in 33. Give me fifteen minutes.”

“Very good.” He turns to leave and I raise my voice. “Fifteen minutes, room 33 on the third floor. I’ll be there.”

Rodrigo nods once and hurries off.

I glance toward the door. I have no fucking idea if Claudia’s in there, but if she is, I hope to fuck she heard me.

I turn around and spot movement at the end of the hall. A man in a dark suit lingers against the wall, nonchalantly looking at his phone, pretending like he’s not tailing me.

Tommy’s not even trying to hide it.

But that’s why I can’t go into the office myself—the second I do, my little guardian angels will know.

If I’m lucky, Claudia might’ve already come through.

Chapter 10

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