Page 170 of Beautifully Ruined
Someone like Gianna, sold to the highest bidder?
But apart from the whole thing of who those other girls are, I’m not planning on letting this get past tonight’s training.
The rest I’ll be helping Cade find out.
Inside, I shudder. As much as this appeals to me on fantasy levels, and all of it does, the fantasies I want to come true stop and start with Cade.
The thought of doing anything sexual where he’s not involved does nothing for me. And I’m not even sure I’d have sex with someone else under his guidance.
My pussy clenches at the thought.
Okay, maybe I’d consider it. I like the fantasy?—
That’s all it is. Fantasy. But I know I’d be willing to do anything for him.
Like this.
I’ll help keep him safe by using what I have, being a female Thomas wants, to get him the information to bring Thomas down, to find and free Gianna.
“Come on.” Macy flickers a look at me. “I have to show you around. There are rooms where you can find your look, though that one is good, but I’d suggest having a few. I can help you train how to pay attention to men in the right way, to treat himlike there’s no one else around, to let him think you’re his, and he’s your favorite, to get out of situations you don’t want to be in without upsetting the guy.”
“Okay.”
I follow her, and she opens a door to a room that’s set up like a bar, and there’s a table that looks like it’s been lifted from The Dungeon.
Macy leans against the bar, reaches over and pulls up a bottle of bourbon. “You look like a bourbon girl. Drink?”
She doesn’t wait as she pours two drinks, then she slinks up to me and hands me one. “Like that. Like he’s the only man, and you want him bad.” Then she turns and sits at the bar like she’s shy.
“If you were actually going through with this, I’d play the baby vixen role. Girl who’s both shy, learning, and oozes untapped sex appeal. Like you want a Daddy.”
I take a swallow of the drink, but I grimace at the tannin taste to it. “Tea?”
“For training.” She sets her glass down. “So, what’s your plan? I assume you have one?”
I nod. “Of course, I do. All I need is access to wherever they keep the computers.”
Macy snorts. “You say that like it’s easy. Shit, I need a real drink.” But she doesn’t get one. Instead, she stands. “No one’s allowed near the computers, not even me.”
“Fuck.” I frown. “Do you know anyone who can get me in? All I need is two minutes.”
“Fine.” She sighs. “Leave it to me.”
She disappears, and I set down the tea. I take the phone from my coat and hold it tightly under the material of my coat, just in case I need to leave it here.
Macy isn’t gone long but when she comes back, she holds up a swipe card. “Stole it from the guard who’s sweet on me.”
“Did you steal it?”
Macy rolls her eyes. “No. I got it by promising a whole lot of blow jobs.”
I stare at her, all the words out of my grasp.
“It’s not that bad. I told you, he’s sweet on me, and we flirt. And I like him back. We have sex, but I’m not willing to commit. Yet.”
“Do—”
“That’s a conversation for another time. You have five minutes, top. I’m going to go back to the main area and wait for you, because we can really do most of the training there, and me standing in here is suspicious. Up there, I can say you went to the restroom.”
