BLACK HUSTLE SERIES: FOR SALE (BOOK 1)

ȸ 13 ȸ (BWWM)

She always tried to stay under the radar.

Eva considered the moves she'd recently made as she lost herself in the hot water spritzing across her skin.

This wasn't the first time she was put in her place, so to speak, by a client. But hopefully, it would be the last time if she played the game right.

It was widely known in the industry that powerful people were often narcissists, sociopaths, psychopaths, or a combination of the three.

Highly successful people often accomplished their goals because of their lack of an emotional bond with those around them and their savagely ruthless nature. This made it easier for them to disassociate themselves from those they deemed disloyal. She was fully aware of this, yet she made the mistake of carrying herself as if she was still a free agent.

Crafting its own course racing along the curves of her body, the water wasted no time making its way down to the slick cobalt gray and cream marble floor under her feet. Along the way, it managed to ease her troubled mind and soothe her aches and pains.

Eva left the shower the moment the water transitioned from hot to lukewarm. She finished the rest of her morning routine finally electing to cover herself with the La Perla Tree of Life pink silk satin robe Emir left hanging where she would see it.

A knock at the door signaled her room service had arrived. Eva welcomed the server in as she directed the young man to place the aromatic delicacies on the coffee table.

"Is there anything else I can assist you with, ma'am?" He asked with a smile.

"Thanks, but I believe this will do."

Never one to overlook those in the service industry, she handed the youngster a generous tip just before he disappeared from her sight.

Colorfully arrayed morsels represented the creativity of the chef who'd taken great care to prepare her meal. As seductive as the plate might have been, the aggressively domineering manipulations Emir employed to seize control of her body left Eva in a state of tempestuous reflection.

With every bend of her limbs, pain loitered about instead of dispelling itself to leave her be. Its ability to pop up even in the case of a sneeze stifled the hunger that once antagonized her.

The restlessness associated with succumbing to a man was the very reason Eva wanted nothing to do with love or relationships. It was all too demanding of her spirit and oppressive of certain privileges.

People of great power cared not for the liberties of others. They only sought to quench their sordid inclinations with the sacrifices of anyone's body rather than their own.

Pain was Eva's prize. The more she reflected on it the sooner her appetite withdrew itself. Finally, she threw the visually stunning meal in the trash on her way back to the bedroom.

Eva showered again out of habit and donned the elaborately detailed powder-pink La Perla negligee that was left hanging for her. The sight of the plush comforter on the bed promised and enticed her into its warm yet stress-free embrace.

She closed her eyes willing herself to be spirited away. Just as she was on the verge of plunging herself into a deep sleep, heaviness swept over the room. The shift in energy made her cast her quest aside as his scent filled her nostrils alerting Eva of Emir's essence on the sheets.

She called for housekeeping awaiting their arrival to refresh the room.

Never allowing anyone to access her inner self, Eva despised Emir's body for supplying her with the type of sex she craved. Not only was it foreign to allow a man to remain by her side, but equally so, it was confusing to crave him and then desire to push him away.