I attempted to grab Sadie’s arm to escort her, but she slapped my hands away again. “I can walk to my prison cell just fine, thanks!”
The look Dante gave me at Sadie’s reticence could only be described as devilish. He was clearly enjoying himself.
Once the three of us were back out in the hallway, Dante said in a soft voice, “Sadie, my dear, I hope you have a good night.”
If looks could kill, Dante would have been a dead man. But they couldn’t, so Sadie just looked pissed as hell while Dante simply smiled at her.
“This way,” I said, directing Sadie down the hallway. There were three suites at the other end of the hall, but we could only keep Sadie in one of them, the one without a balcony. The other two had large French doors that led out to a spacious balcony and, if a person was determined enough, they could get out. Or at least fall and break their neck in the process.
However, the suite Sadie would be staying in wasn’t exactly lacking in luxury. The bedroom was massive, practically the size of my entire apartment growing up. The bathroom was huge and had a large round tub to relax in, along with a walk-in closet.
It was definitely the nicest prison cell I’d ever seen.
When we reached the suite, I opened the door and ushered Sadie inside. Her eyes began darting around the room, probably looking for a way to get out. She wouldn’t find one. Even the windows in this suite were bolted shut.
“You know, Sadie, if you just listen to Dante, just do what he says, life will be a lot easier for you.”
She whipped around and glared at me. “I’m a human being. I’m not going to just bend to someone’s will because they want me to. Especially not for a smug asshole like him!” Sadie’s body shook hard as she spoke.
I knew she was right, that Dante couldn’t always get what he wanted. At least not right away. But he was a rich and powerful man, and a determined one at that. In most scenarios, that got him whatever he wanted, and it probably would now too.
I didn’t say any of that to Sadie. Instead, I just shook my head, closed the door behind me, and locked it. At the very least, she was going to need time to cool down.
Without anything to do as I stood in the hallway outside of Sadie’s door, my mind began to wander.
God, Sadie really was gorgeous. Now that I’d seen her, it didn’t surprise me at all that she was a successful model. She had the perfect body for it, long and willowy. And, despite her rage, her features were lovely. I bet she could rock anything they wanted her to wear.
Thinking about what clothes she wore while modeling made me start thinking about what her body would look like without clothes. A surprisingly round ass, flat stomach, toned thighs, and small round breasts. Thinking about Sadie naked made me want to run my hands and tongue over every single inch of her beautiful brown skin. I wanted to get my face between her thighs and make her cum on my tongue before I sunk my cock into her wet, warm, hole.
My cock semi-hard, I shifted uncomfortably in my jeans. I knew it wouldn’t do any good to fantasize about Sadie that way. The boss wanted her, so that was that. I just needed to keep my head on straight and do my job.
Sighing, I knew it was going to be a long night.
Brix
It probably shouldn’t have shocked me that Dante had found something he wanted at the fashion show he attended. He was often invited to high-class events, and typically found himself more than just a few articles to take home. That said, Dante didn’t often happen upon women who refused him. When the twins told me he had them legitimately go and take the woman he was interested in, I had a feeling we were in for a wild ride.
My footsteps echoed down the hallway that was bathed in silence. It didn’t surprise me. Dante didn’t skimp when it came to making sure that his security detail were both alert and stealthy, and certainly Kane was at the ready, and keeping his mouth shut. I glanced at myself in one of the long, hallway mirrors I passed on the way to the room. I didn’t think I needed to look my absolute best, but I didn’t like looking rough in any situation. I’d been called, rather suddenly, to go relieve my cohort at sunrise, as Dante needed his new pet of sorts watched around the clock.
I ran a hand across my buzzcut, dark brown hair, knowing that I’d need to have it touched up soon. The tribal tattoo that was wrapped around my right bicep just barely poked out from under the sleeve of my t-shirt. Normally, I wear suits almost exclusively, but I didn’t have time to go home and change when Dante called me. My dark green eyes were piercing and at the ready, though they just barely fit inside the frame of the mirror which sat too low to take in my entire 6’1” form. I nodded my head and continued on my way; I looked fine enough, especially for Dante’s antics.