Page 11 of Trapping His Darling

“Do you have a job lined up that’s sponsoring you?”

“No.”

If he found any of this suspicious, he didn’t let on. “I know of a place that’s hiring, if you don’t mind temporary work,” he offered. “And they will pay under the table.”

“Why?” I finally broke my silence. “Why help me?” This sounded like a set up for human trafficking.

“My aunt runs a temp business. She’s always looking for workers, and knowing English is a plus. She has many international clients.”

“I could use something like that,” I admitted, not fully committing, as it could still be an elaborate setup. “It’s not prostitution, right?”

He laughed. “No, no, nothing like that. Just menial labor stuff; housekeeping, serving food, laundry, and other jobs no one wants to do. She’s always looking for reliable people.”

My phone ringinginterrupted my lazy day with a call from my workplace.

“Da?” I’d picked up some Russian from the locals.

“Tiffany, I’ve got a new job for you,” my boss said. “It’s a serving position, and I know how much you love those.”

Despite the name, the temp agency in Russia felt strangely permanent. I had taken on various jobs, but waitressing was where I excelled. It was easy. And apparently, I had a type of appeal that often got me high tips.

“I’ll take it. Please text me the info.”

“Listen. It’s a benefit gig. Very exclusive. All servers will need to sign an NDA upon arrival. Will that be a problem?”

I was confused. “Why would it?”

“The contract will not be in English. You will be signing something you cannot read.”

“Oh.” I guess I could use my phone to translate the document. “It’ll be fine.”

“Okay. I’ll text you the rest of the information in a minute with time and location. They will be providing the uniforms.”

“Thank you.”

We hung up, and I sighed. I needed to water all my precious plants. I had found a budget-friendly apartment near my work, and though it was noisy, all the utilities were covered, and it had good light for my collection of flora. I wanted to add more exotic plants, but my savings had dwindled some. I had never left the United States before, so being in new countries had tempted me to explore. I often went sightseeing, and I even took a few cruises.

Maybe this was the reason I needed to return to my prior passions. I wondered if there were any rapists around for me to kill and loot. It had been a while since I had indulged, and I did have a collection to rebuild.

The text message came in with the details

The pay for the night was impressive.

I immediately dialed my friend, Lavinia, who often worked with me on these kinds of jobs. We looked out for each other and passed along the good assignments we received, so the other could call the boss and get in on it.

“What’s up?” she immediately asked, no hello or anything. “Did you get offered a new job?”

“Yeah, actually.” I gave her all the details as told to me, including the NDA.

“Hell no, I want nothing to do with it,” she replied. “They’re probably going to take a kidney. Girl, don’t you do that. You know people get trafficked here just like they do in the US.”

“I’m not scared,” I assured her.

Of course, she didn’t know that I always had hand-created deterrents on my person. I was a walking apothecary, and had a tolerance to a number of plant toxins. I had been practicing mithridatism since I was a young teen, after I read about thevi?akanya.Being that I was still a virgin, I wasn’t sure if I could poison a man with my pussy, but at the very least, I knew how to deliver poison to him in other ways.

“You should be scared! You know the Bratva run this area, right?”

“Look, when I meet a rich, handsome man who wants to whisk me away to the Caribbean, don’t get on my flight.”

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