Page 43 of Tangled Lies
“Excuse me? I am a human, not a snack.”
Carrow seemed to be looking between me and the man.
“The percentage of your cut is spelled out in the papers. We just need your funds to make sure they don’t trace it back to Harrington. His part is taken care of. Harrington’s focus is on the idea that his plan will create jobs, keep the revenue local.”
The guy eyed me, and my skin crawled.
“Fine. Fine. But what about her? Is she part of the negotiations?”
I cringed, but Carrow didn’t say much.
“She’s my fiancée. How about I find someone just as beautiful and send her up?”
I tried to hide behind Carrow, feeling the man's eyes undressing me.
“Fine. As long as she looks like her. Leave this one just to keep me company. Until you up hold your end of the bargain.”
Carrow didn’t move for a few seconds, and I almost wondered if beneath his pompous exterior there was a heart.
“You’ll sign the contract first?”
The man held out his hand, and Carrow put the papers in it.
“Of course. Leave her here until you fulfill your promise though, as collateral.”
Carrow pulled me forward. His hand pressed on my lower back.
“Fine. You can borrow her. Do not go too far, she’s mine. I will have a replacement here in less than twenty minutes.”
I turned to Carrow.
“Wait. What?” I asked.
He didn’t even look at me, just pushed my hand off his arm and turned for the door.
“Twenty minutes, and she is just on loan to keep you company. Margaux, serve him a drink.” With that, Carrow left the room, leaving me and the man alone. I watched his hands move and realized the contract was still in them. So it was me, the man, and a contract. Maybe this wasn’t useless after all.
“What would you like to drink? It’s not a fully stocked bar, is it?”
It wasn’t if I compared it to even the bar set up at the game the other night. I also only knew how to make a handful of drinks that Reina had shown me.
“Bourbon. On the rocks. Pour yourself a little something too. Your fiancé is a trusting man.”
I rolled my eyes this time and stepped to the small bar.
“He doesn’t trust anyone, especially me,” I said and poured his drink.
I hesitated but turned around and nearly dropped the glass.
“Sir, you need to move away.”
He’d gotten bold.
“Why would I do that? He said I just couldn’t go too far. Maybe you just suck me off? Your lips look like they are perfect for sucking dick.”
I gagged.
“No thanks. I won’t even suck his cock, so that’s a no go.”
