Elodie had passed out.
Again.
It was starting to become a habit.
Streaks of sunlight peirced through her irises when she managed to open her eyes sometime later.
Wincing, she rolled over onto her side and buried her face in the soft pillow beneath her head. It smelled nice and clean.
After a while of inhaling the clean scent, Elodie finally rolled onto her side and forced her eyes open.
She was back in her old room, if the shower sitting in the middle of the room was any indication. And there was also the matter of the double-French door balcony.
No voice could be heard from below this time. Everything was as quiet and as still as water.
Knowing what she would find, but unable to resist finding out anyway, Elodie let her fingers trail up be bare stomach, through the valley between her breasts, stopping when her hands snag on the clasp around her neck.
She'd been chained back to the wall.
Then, she began to take inventory of her injuries.
She ached everywhere.
Her limbs, her vagina, her whole body.
And after what she'd gone through, Elodie expected to reek of sweat and filth, but she also smelled clean.
"Good morning, ma'am," said a soft feminine voice.
Without moving her body, Elodie's gaze tracked all over the room, then stopped when they snagged on a tall leggy blonde clad in a knee-length silky white dress. Her orange lipstick was so bright that Elodie blinked twice at it; it was a citrus-y kind of colour that didn't work on most people, but it did on her.
Elodie remembered her encounter with the woman she (almost) killed yesterday, and kept her mouth shut. Opening her mouth had only gotten her in trouble with Mercedes, and the woman was either dead or severely injured if Angelo had to bring in another woman.
"I'm Hana, your new assistant."
Hana looked like a half-korean half-American woman, and she was flawlessly beautiful. Her make-up was minimal, and the way she stood reeked of elegance.
"Mr. Angelo told me that you'll need assistance this morning with something, so don't hesitate to tell me what you need."
Elodie closed her eyes, sighing as she turned to bury her face into the pillow.
Anything I need but my freedom, I could bet.
"Besides, you have to get ready for your date with him this morning."
That had Elodie sitting upright in bed.
She winced, sucking down the cry that almost escaped her parted lips by biting the inside of her cheek so hard until she could taste the coppery, tangy taste of blood.
After her smarting muscles dulled into a faint throb, she asked, "A date?"
Hana's lips shifted into a faint smile. "Yes. But we have to get ready on time." She checked her gleaming wristwatch with a faint line between her brows. "Well, we have about an hour."
Elodie's stomach growled loudly, interrupting whatever the other woman was about to say.
That damned smile never left her lips. "Oh. I'll head out and get you something to eat, in the meantime why don't you take a bath?"
Hana didn't wait for a response before leaving just as she came.
Elodie noted that she didn't lock the door behind her like Mercedes did, but she knew better than to risk it again.
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THE ESCORT
Romance*** Explicit +18 Mafia romance*** Elodie Evans has been an escort for over five years. It's a nerve-wracking job, but she needed the money to pay for her brother's hospital bills as well as her own bills. A waitress by day, an escort by night, life...
