Page 39 of Bind Me, Sir

Heart cold and face a mask, I knocked on the apartment door of the address I’d gotten from Adam. Chin lifted, I waited, stern without fidgeting.

The door pulled in, and Luna stared up at me for the span of a few seconds before recognition lit her face. “Mr. Graystone,” she purred my name, shifting her stance with a hip out, her eyelashes fluttering.

“Where’s Natalie?” I asked without preamble, pushing past her into the living area.

“She’s in the shower,” Luna said, shutting the door. “Care to sit?” She brushed past me on purpose, but I held my ground against her breasts crossing my arm, teeth once more clenched.

“No.”

In too-small sleeper shorts and a camisole, Luna would have tempted most men with her tight body and large breasts, but I couldn’t be bothered. I glared at her until she shifted her focus off me and straightened from the suggestive, lounged pose she’d taken on the couch.

“Nat!” she hollered, going so far as to curl against the armrest.

“Luna?” Natalie called a few seconds later, peeking around the corner of one of the doorways lining back the hallway across from me. “Did you call me—” She blinked as her gaze landed on me, her light brown eyes widening. “Jordan! What are you doing here?”

I glared even though my body jolted at seeing her face again, and she licked her lower lip, glancing to Luna then back to me.

She stepped fully into the hallway in nothing more than a towel tucked between her breasts, its frayed edge falling mid-thigh. Even though my body burned with the sudden need to take her over my lap and punish her for what she’d done, I held still, reminding myself of her betrayal.

“What’s going on?” she whispered, coming to stand between me and her sister.

“You could have simply asked for the money, Natalie,” I finally said, keeping my voice low and steady even though tension rode my shoulders tight. “I would have offered my own attorney even.”

Brow furrowed, she peered up at me. “What are you talking about?”

“You did the one thing I didn’t believe you capable of. A goddamn picture. A tell-all story to The Savoy on top of it.”

“What?” she squeaked, her face draining of blood. “Wh-what picture?”

“The one you took of me,” I hissed, leaning down toward her. “Sleeping in the church.”

“Oh my God.” She clutched her throat. “I-I didn’t—”

“You did,” I snapped, fists clenched at my sides, “and now you’re going to pay. I fucking let you in, trusted you, and this is how you repay me? I won’t rest until you’re wasting away in a jail cell beside your sister.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Natalie

Picture.

Tell-all story.

His words gonged in my head on repeat until I made sense of the situation.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my head jerking toward Luna. She had the decency to glance away, red staining her cheeks. “How could you?” I cried, my heart breaking, shame and guilt and anger an ugly brew boiling in my stomach.

“We need the money!” she spit back at me, her eyes once more hardened to the Luna who didn’t give a shit about anyone but herself.

“Goddamnit, Luna!” I half-shrieked, my stomach a churning mess. “I told you those things in privacy! Why would you do this to me?”

“It’s just a picture and a story! Most people won’t believe it anyway. No biggie.”

“No biggie?” Both Jordan ad I hollered at the same time.

I couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t control the rage shaking me to my bare feet. Completely betrayed—the very same way Jordan must have felt upon seeing what Luna had sold to The Savoy.

Oh, God.

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