Page 92 of Ruthless Savage

When I glance back at Eriu, she’s not there anymore.

Something cold washes over me.

His sinister smile never wavers.

“Where did she go?” I snap.

“That would ruin the surprise, and what fun would that be?”

I growl deep in my chest. He’s up to something, and I know I’m gonna hate it. I have to find her.

“Better have that drink, my friend. You’re gonna need it.”

“What the hell does that mean?!”

But he’s already stalking away, leaving me with too many questions that I’m afraid of getting answers to.

CHAPTER 22

ERIU

“Come on now, honey. Take off your clothes, and I will help you slip into this gown.” A blonde, blue-eyed woman waits for me to strip while in a dressing room.

She’s assigned to help me. All the girls have someone, I was told. I guess the owner of the club wants to make sure none of us change our minds and run off. Which, I’ll be honest, sounds tempting right about now.

The hairs on my nape prickle. I’m shivering, yet the room is warm. My arms curl around my body, and I can’t seem to do this. I can’t take off my clothes in front of her. This is humiliating!

“Sweetie, if you don’t do what you’re told, the boss is going to be very disappointed, and I don’t want to be around when that happens.”

She grimaces, crossing a long, tanned leg over the other. A tight black corset is the only thing she’s wearing as she watches me from the red leather sofa.

When I don’t listen, she shakes her head and rises, strutting right up to me. “Give me your hand.”

Trembling, I remove one from my body, barely able to make it move. She pulls it into hers and looks right at me, running the fingers of her other hand over the top of mine.

“I know you’re scared. Of course you are. Many of the girls are, but it’s my job to make you feel as comfortable as possible. There’s no shame in this. Not here. In fact, all the girls are treated well. So be a good girl and take off your dress, or I can do it for you. It’s up to you.”

Though she smiles, there’s something cold in her demeanor, and it only makes me quiver even more.

I have to do this. I have to fight my nerves and get it over with. When I close my eyes, I see Mason and how angry he was with me.

That’s all it takes for me to force my arms down and start undoing the side zipper.

“That’s it. Keep going.” Her lips twist.

I unzip the rest, and when the straps start to fall down my shoulders, she’s there pulling them down, exposing my breasts.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in my beaded tips, her hands dragging down the dress until I’m in nothing but a pair of cotton panties.

“Those too.” She eyes my underwear, and my face turns beet red.

But with a quick inhale, I pull them until they’re on the floor.

“Beautiful.” She smiles salaciously. “Now, I’ll put these on your nipples.” She picks up a pair of teardrop-jeweled pasties, removing the strip of paper from one before she presses the cover up to my breast, then does the same thing to the other.

“Let’s put on your gown now, shall we?”

I nod, my stomach in knots. I feel beyond embarrassed from the way she’s looking at me. I can’t wait until this entire thing is over.

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