Page 20 of Plunge into Obsession

My eyebrows rose in surprise.

She let out a sigh and walked further into the room. “Not literally. You know that pain in the ass wouldn’t even drink a shot at work. He doesn’t want anything to jeopardize his job here.”

“Yeah, you know, the little shit has his head so far up Gabriel’s ass, I’m surprised we could make out his ugly face,” Piama said with a sneer.

I looked at her, then at Kaia, and I did something I didn’t think I would have done tonight.

I laughed.

“What the fuck?” Kaia said with a laugh, joining me.

Piama grinned at us, tugging my hair into place.

I looked back into the mirror to make sure my makeup was still good, and I had on a lot of it.

If I was going to expose myself like this in a room full of people, I was going to do it with some protection, and makeup seemed like the best way to go.

I didn’t look like me.

My eyes were done with dramatically dark eye makeup, and I had on fake lashes that were so long, the tips touched my eyebrow.

I was wearing a white robe, and beneath was…

Well, not much.

I had on a silver bikini top with glittering fake diamonds sewn into the fabric and matching shorts that looked more like underwear.

The black thong I had on underneath that wasn’t much better. It was held together with nothing but strings.

I had only been naked with two men in my entire life, and only one of them had been considered a long-term relationship.

Now I was expected to take my clothes off in a room of at least thirty men—and Corey.

I blinked.

A cough sounded from the doorway, and we all turned to see Corey leaning against the doorframe, smiling.

My fist clenched tightly to resist the urge to go up to him and slap the smile off his face.

“Ready?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Piama answered for me. “We’ll be out in a minute.”

Corey was about to argue, but she shot him a sharp look that, if he had a dick, it would have shriveled up deep inside his stomach.

He gave a curt nod and left.

Kaia and Piama turned to me.

“Ready?” Piama asked.

I nodded, and Kaia grabbed my hand, hooking it around hers.

Together, we walked out of the dressing room and toward the small hallway that led to the back of the stage.

Dancers were there, and they looked at me as I passed. I couldn’t tell what their expressions meant, not when it felt like my vision was getting hazy and my heart was beating too hard and loud in my chest.

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