Page 47 of Take Me (Dark Odyssey 5)

“Hi, do you have a second?” I ask.

“Of course,” she nods her head.

“Thank you. I just have a small question.”

“Fire away.” She straightens up.

“I wanted to just check on my bookings. I thought I would have been booked again by now, by someone else,” I say.

The uneasy look she gives me indicates that something’s wrong.

“Oh… yes. Well. Something changed last week, and I was told to close the bookings temporarily,” she explains, biting the inside of her lip.

My legs tremble and my knees turn to water. “What? What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, God… no it wasn’t that,” she says then let’s out an exasperated sigh.

“What was it then, and why wasn’t I told?”

“Look, Lilly, we’re not really supposed to talk about that part of business with you. I know it sucks but the bookings are a bonus and I do as instructed. It’s temporary though, so I wouldn’t worry.”

It’s easy for her to say. She keeps saying we’re alike because we’re single moms, but there’s a massive difference between me and her. It’s evident in this moment as I ask why no one has paid to fuck me, and she’s talking about policy.

“Can you at least tell me why it happened?”

“Instructions from above, I’m afraid.”

“Above?” I ask weakly.

“Yeah as in an owner.”

I stare back at her, not quite comprehending what she’s saying because it doesn’t make sense. I was hired to do a job and I’m doing it. Mimi told me how great I was doing, and Louise just confirmed I haven’t done anything wrong. I know I haven’t. So, what was it then?

She said owner and the only owner who comes to mind is Christian.

“Christian… did he do this?” I ask. I doubt it would have been anybody else.

Why would they?

Why would he?

“Yes, but please don’t worry?”

Don’t worry? How am I supposed to not worry? Rage heats my blood and my throat closes. If I didn’t do something wrong, then the only thing that makes sense is he personally didn’t want me to have any bookings.

But that doesn’t make sense either since I haven’t seen him or heard from him.

“Is he here tonight?” I ask.

“No, I don’t know when he’ll be back on site. We just have to wait and see.”

“Is there someone else I can speak to?” God, the look of sympathy in her eyes makes me feel ashamed of myself. look at me begging for sex, wanting to take my disagreement higher.

“No. The owners have a policy. They don’t overrule each other.”

My lips part and I will myself not to cry. I can’t in front of her. Not so she can show me more pity.

“Okay…”

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