Page 98 of Tamed

Andre took me to the back of the room and a little off to the side, where there was a small alcove to sit in and where I could watch everyone come in unseen. All the buyers hoping to buy a virgin for the night, and all the voyeurs who only wanted to watch.

Rich people. Privileged people. People who’d never had to scrape to survive. People who didn’t appreciate what they had.

Well, if this went off the way they’d promised me, I’d never have to scrape again.

I saw him then. He was easy to spot, half a head taller than everyone else, along with his friends, Atlas Blackwood and Caleb Cross. Both the latter were intensely charismatic in their own way, but I only had eyes for the man who’d be buying me at some point this evening.

Tall, in his perfectly tailored dark suit, six four at least, and broad too. Short, ink-black hair cut close to his skull, straight black brows. A sharp, proud nose and a perfectly carved mouth. His face was all edged planes and fierce angles, beautifully put together, but so stern. An avenging angel’s face. He looked as if he never smiled. As if he’d never heard the word laughter. He looked like he was judge, jury, and executioner.

It was his eyes that did it. A deep, electric blue and so cold, a frozen gas flame. A stare full of knives with blades so sharp you could have a mortal wound before you even felt it.

Tennyson Fox. Billionaire CEO of Fox Tech. Father of my best — my only— friend. Enemy of one of the most powerful families in the country.

And buyer of my virginity if the evening went the way they said it would.

I knew he couldn’t see me from where I sat, and yet somehow his frozen blue eyes found mine all the same, sending a shiver straight down my spine.

Weird. I didn’t let men affect me, not ever, and I wouldn’t tonight either.

Because tonight, whether he knew it or not, I was the one in charge.

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