Page 83 of Hunted Innocence

Maybe a high-class call girl, but that’s the same damn thing.

The samedamnthing.

I contact her anyway.

Placing the card in my small purse, I grab my phone from the bed and glance down at the new notifications. There is only one, and it’s from Theron.

THERON: Velvet Heat tonight. He will be there. I’ve already secured you the VIP cove next to his. The rest is on you. If you don’t respond every hour on the hour, I will send in help, and this is done.

I’m not sure when or how Theron became this big brother type of man, but I can tell you that he was not this way before Lucille. Or maybe he was, and I was just too intimidated to get to know him on a deeper level.

Thanks. I’ll check in.

THERON: Be careful. Watch your surroundings.

I will. Thank you for this badass hotel suite. It’s too much.

He doesn’t respond. I watch my phone, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t, so I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror. My long, dark hair is smooth and straight, and my makeup is much darker than I would ever wear regularly.

My skirt hits just below my ass, and I’m afraid to actually walk in it for fear that my whole ass will be hanging out for the world to see. But I know that this guy, whoever he is, is not going to notice me if I don’t have every single part of my body on display.

So, boobs to ass, it’s all there, the dress leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Slipping my feet into the too-high heels, I smooth my skirt down as my phone buzzes on the bed. Reaching for my device, I smile at the incoming notification from Theron, then slide mythumb across the screen, and my smile widens at his response to my thanks.

THERON: Least I can do. Now bring Grayson home.

Instead of responding to him, I heart his text and slide my phone into my purse along with my key card for the room and head out into the hallway. The elevator carries me down to the lobby, and thankfully, there is a car already waiting for me.

I was either stupid or brave and called Lola, pretending to just want a friend to hang out with. What I didn’t do was let on that I knew she was recruiting for working girls. Selfishly, I am going to pretend to be naive to have someone as backup just in case this guy tries to kidnap me or something.

Safety in numbers, I suppose, although two really isn’t a case of numbers, but I’m semi-depressed. As much as I want to think I can just walk into a club alone and seduce a strange man in an attempt to get Grayson to intervene, I’m just not sure I’m all that sexy. I am going to need support, even if that support comes in the form of a stranger who wants me to sell my body for money.

What an absolutely wild turn of events this whole thing has turned out to be. I hadn’t planned on meeting Lola, and I hope this wasn’t completely in vain. I also hope that whatever happens, she gets something out of this, too. What, I don’t know, but something.

Lola’s grape-colored Challenger is sitting right outside of the main doors of the hotel as soon as I step into the lobby. You can’t miss that machine, and the sight of her standing with her ass leaning against the hood makes my lips curve up into a grin.

If I thought that my outfit was on the edge of indecent, hers is so far beyond that I don’t even know how to describe it. The only thing I can say is that her areolas, nipples, and actual pussyare not showing... other than that… the rest of her body is on full display. And that includes her full, round ass.

“You’re overdressed,” she announces as she wrinkles her nose at me.

Looking down, I shift my attention back to her. “For a club?” I ask.

She laughs. “Girl, you’re in Miami now. Nothing is off limits. Let’s go.”

Lola jerks her chin as she pushes off her car and walks over to the driver’s side. I stare at her body, the completely see-through mesh dress that is pointless to even have on.

Although it doesn’t move or ride in any way as she walks. So, maybe it’s better than mine, but I still couldn’t see myself practically naked like that. But who knows? A week ago, I wouldn’t have imagined that I would plan on throwing myself at a dangerous stranger to see if Grayson wanted me or not—if he really wanted me.

I just hope I’m not wrong.

Lola talks as she drives up to the club. There is valet parking. “Normally, I wouldn’t pay for this shit, but if you have a VIP cove, it should be included,” she announces as the doors open.

Throwing my legs out the door, I place my heels on the concrete and slowly stand up straight. The valet grins down at me, and I tell him my name. He jerks his chin and confirms I have one free valet parking spot. Then he tells us to stay here because our concierge is going to take us to our cove.

“Well, shit,” Lola hisses. “Sweet.”

Sweet indeed.

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