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She tried to pull away. “Stop.”

“You do, though. For more than just my dick.”

Mila batted at me, but I dove in and stole another soul-searching kiss, earning the same heat in return.

Maybe somewhere in that, I had options.

Arran had told me I’d dreamed up my own games. With Mila at the centre of them, if I fucked her and loved her enough, maybe, just maybe, I could make her fall for me in return. That was the point of spending thirty days together.

Arran had also warned me that I was relentless when it came to doing what needed to be done.

Mila wasn’t just the prize. She was the whole damn playing field. And I was done playing by anyone else’s rules.

Chapter 27

Dixie

Reflected in my mirror in the brothel’s dressing room, naked women crossed the space, but I stared at myself. Checked out my mostly see-through white bikini and the gauzy wrap I’d draped over my shoulders.

A gift, ready to be unwrapped.

As if they could sense my tension, the other girls were quiet, with only murmurs of conversation and shared glances. They worried about me, I knew that. I might not have been here the longest but I’d mentored many in our craft.

Where usually I’d be making suggestions for outfits and makeup, or in how to fuck a particular client to get him to come quicker, I was all up in my own head.

Tonight, I was back on the floor. I’d toyed with the idea of making myself available to just a few clients, but instead, I was going to walk out into the receiving room and have someone pick me. That’s what I needed. For a new client to choose me above any of the other girls. That way, I’d know I still had a career in sex work.

I blew out a breath, straightened my tits in my bra, and left my station.

My hands shook on the short walk, but the sounds of the receiving room swallowed me whole, helping with its distraction. It was a busy night, and women draped over the furniture and groups clustered at the bar. Men waited for their friends or were deciding on who they wanted to take to a private room.

Act, bitch.I strutted, muscle memory giving me the pose, and all too aware of how many pairs of eyes locked on to me. This was my arena. Out here, I ruled.

Even if tonight I was the queen of delulu land.

A group of three men caught my attention. Even if my body wasn’t in the zone, my business sense pinged for what I could charge them. Three on one. Three times the money for only a little longer, as one coming usually skipped to the good part for the others.

But it wasn’t that which pressed my buttons. It was the girl they’d surrounded. Polly claimed to be twenty. If she was, I was the Virgin Mary. Girl was a lost lamb who’d wandered into the deep dark woods.

Or the wrong pool maybe, as they were sharks circling prey.

Not one of them had even a hint of kindness in his stare.

Smiling for them, I ignored how my skin crawled and beckoned, stealing them away from Polly in a way that had always been easy for me. A look. A promise in my eyes. Polly’s fair eyebrows dove together, but I couldn’t spare her any mind. In the past, I’d taken tougher clients from gentler girls and I’d do it again.

The men approached at a saunter. Their leader, a thirtysomething in a sharp suit, ran his critical gaze over me. With my shoulders back to present my tits, I tilted my head rather than lifting my chin so my almost invisible bandage didn’t show.

“Available?” His tone was flat.

“Sure am. Going solo or did you want your boys in the room?”

Without acknowledging the others, he smiled without any emotion touching his eyes. “All of us together. If you can handle it.”

This was a work outing, I was certain. A large portion of our clientele was made up of men on nights out with colleagues. They’d hit the bars for drinks, call the wives and kids to say goodnight and that they were heading to bed, then find their way to our club. I knew because they’d brag about it.

These boys were no exception. No doubt they were repeat customers. No one made it up here without membership. One of them leaned in to whisper to the leader, his gaze glued to the apex of my thighs.

I faked a provocative smile and twirled my finger in the air. “Follow this ass, honey.”