Page 24 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

“I would just feel better if one of us had visual confirmation that Kenna was all right,” I said through gritted teeth.

Baron lifted his gaze to look at me.

“Is this really about Kenna’s safety? Or are you just trying to kill the mood in the hopes you can pull her away from Troy?”

I opened my mouth to protest then snapped it shut.

Baron hummed. “That’s what I thought. Look, I don’t like it any more than you do.”

The rhythmic thumping of a headboard against the wall made Baron and I fall silent, mirroring each other’s pained expressions.

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head.

Then an unsettling hush fell over the house. I glanced at Baron, hoping that was a sign our suffering was over. At least for now.

A few moments later, Kenna’s voice rang out with an edge of uncertainty.

“Merrick? Can you come take a look at something for me?”

Exchanging a quick look with Baron, I unbuttoned my jacket at the same time that I turned on my heel and moved toward the door. Baron finally set his hands on the counter, sandwich forgotten while he settled into standby position. Everything was on hold until I gave the all clear that Kenna was fine.

As I made my way down the corridor to Kenna’s bedroom, I slipped my hand inside my jacket. My fingers curled around the cold, hard grip of my pistol as a precaution.

When I reached Kenna’s door, I paused for a moment to listen. Silence. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I lifted my free hand and rapped two knuckles against the door.

“Kenna? It’s Merrick. Open up.”

A rustle of movement emanated from inside. The door opened and Kenna stood there without a stitch of clothing on her gorgeous body. My mouth went dry.

“You…” My voice sounded scratchy and raw. I cleared my throat and tried again. “What’s wrong?”

Kenna hooked her fingers into my belt and tugged me into the room. I did my best to completely ignore Troy’s presence as he sat in bed, half propped up, leaning back against the headboard.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she replied. “Come here.”

She led me to the opposite side of the room where two large chairs were set up, facing the bed. Placing her hand on my chest, she pushed me down into the chair on the right. The position put me at eye level with her tits and any indignation I might have protested with died on my lips.

What the fuck is going on?

Kenna slid her hand under my chin, shifting so close to me that her knee brushed the inside of my thigh.

“Stay there,” she said. “You can do that for me, can’t you, Merrick?”

“Kenna, I don’t know what the hell you’re playing at—”

I started to stand but she poked me in the chest with one finger. Slowly, I sank down into the chair again. Every nerve in my body felt like a live wire, buzzing from the anticipation of the moment. Kenna was touching me.NakedKenna.

I clenched my fists so hard that my fingernails dug into my palms with a sharp pain to prove that I wasn’t dreaming. This was real. This was actually happening.

The memory of what I’d said to Baron only a few days ago echoed in my mind.

You folded like a goddamn house of cards.

A slow, pleased smile spread across Kenna’s face. She trailed her hands down my chest, making my cock twitch.

“Good boy,” she murmured. Then she turned and raised her voice. “Baron! I need you!”

Despite my best attempt to block him out, my gaze shifted to Troy as understanding began to dawn on me. He raised an eyebrow with an expression that said,you’re just catching on now, aren’t you?

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