Page 12 of Thanatos' Craving

“I can pull another stripper to complete the auction until Amanda calms down. It isn’t a problem. Do you have a preference?”

A chair scraped on the floor, and I pressed my back up against the wall again.

“No, I don’t care. Why do you have someone in mind?” I heard the paper flip on the desk and she tapped it to straighten them.

“Yes, I do. She is one of the top earners, but she has given some attitude today.”

Uh oh.

There was a pause. “Take her out. The client she is with now will be happy to hear about it.”

Crap.

I took a step away to sneak back down the hallway, but the door opened abruptly. I tried to remain calm, like I was supposed to be there and continued walking, sashaying down the hallway. I heard the footsteps shuffling behind me, and I tried to push myself to go faster.

I’m not fast enough.

A large hand wrapped around my upper arm and squeezed. I squirmed and kicked but it did nothing. He’s too strong.

“What are you doing in here?” The guard’s voice growled into my ear.

I swung my arm back, but he quickly caught my hand and held it tight against my back.

“Oh, me?” I feigned innocence. “Just looking for you. You said you had a surprise for me.” I batted my eyelashes.

I knew very well this wasn’t the same guard. There was no way, because the one that offered me a surprise was on the other side of the building. The guard hummed, and instead of calling me out for my lie and taking me into the office with the mysterious woman on the other side, he smirked.

“I did, didn’t I?” His hand trailed to my left breast and squeezed, hard enough to leave bruises, again. I growled at him and took my other hand, ready to slap him. But he caught it with his other free one.

My eyes widened.

How the hell did he know?

“There now they are even, like I said they would be.”

I tilted my head.

The other guard must have told him. A camera, his radio.

He gripped my arm harder and pulled me into the office to face the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. Her breasts were large, which matched the rest of the women that worked here. However, she wore an expensive white collared blouse, a pink blazer, and a tight black pencil skirt. Her blonde hair was completely overdone, however, teased and curled, rising high above her head.

She must have heard the saying the “bigger the hair, the closer you are to god” and boy, did she need it because she was running an illegal operation here.

“This her?” She pulled a pencil that magically appeared out of her hair and pointed at me.

I wonder what else was in there?

She curled a lip at me.

“Yes, this is her.”

“Is this the one you were going to bid on?”

The guard licked his lips. “If I’m allowed a break.”

“Don’t care as long as you pay. Just know Nicholas Marskonov is bidding.”

The guard grunted in acknowledgment.

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