Page 5 of Sexted By a Stranger
Her image invaded my mind again.
Pale, trembling shoulders under the lights. Those gazes wrapped in expensive suits, appraising her like merchandise. Those silent falling bills, reeking of greed.
A violent impulse surged without warning. The sapphire-studded pen on the desk went flying with a sweep of my hand, hitting the thick carpet with a muffled thud.
My gaze fell on the phone at the desk's corner. The cold metal casing gleamed darkly in the lamplight. A thought crystallized.
Contact her. Right now.
Screen unlocked, I didn't hesitate, quickly entering the number from Lennox's report.
Then my fingers moved again, the sound of typing sharp in the study's heartbeat-quiet silence. [I don't like you undressing in front of other men.]
Send.
The screen went dark. I tossed the phone back onto the smooth mahogany surface. The long ash on my cigar finally gave up, silently breaking off to scatter on the carpet.
I sank back into the leather chair. That inexplicable irritation hadn't disappeared. Instead, it mixed with something more intense—anticipation.
How would such a desperate little deer react to this sudden hunt?
What expressions would flash through those amber eyes?
I closed my eyes. In the darkness, those eyes became even clearer—fragile tears gathering in them, but underneath, that defiant light that refused to submit, silently staring back at me.
One second. Two seconds. Five seconds.
The phone's vibration shattered the silence.
Her reply came faster than expected, like a hissing kitten showing her claws. [Who r u to judge?]
An almost imperceptible curve touched my lips. Feisty. Good. This would be interesting.
[Why become a stripper?]
I wanted to know how deep she'd sunk into the mire.
[That's how the cards were dealt. Just trying to play with mine.]
Her reply sounded resigned but shot through with defiance.
[Your fate shouldn't be this, stellina.]
Almost the instant I set down the phone, the study's heavy doors opened silently, just a crack.
"Boss." Lennox's voice came from the doorway before he melted into the room like a shadow. "Connor's men have been active around the club. They seem to be watching that girl."
I didn't even turn around, my gaze still on that defiant line of text on the phone screen. A cold smile slowly curved my lips.
"Really?" My voice gave nothing away. "That greedy old dog Connor has a good nose."
Lennox inclined his head slightly. "He likely wants to use her as leverage. Either as a bargaining chip in negotiations, or to create problems for you."
I laughed coldly. "He could try. Have someone keep an eye on things."
Lennox nodded silently and vanished through the door.
The study fell quiet again. I picked up the phone, looking at that line about "how the cards were dealt," my finger slowly tracing across the cold screen.
