Property of Drex (Book 1)(15)

“She’s not working. Get your asses out of my space, and get downstairs. I’ll discuss this with you later.”

Colleen practically sprint out, Sarah skips away, and Sledge flips off their backs as he follows.

I glance over some of the clothes they’ve put in the closet. It’s a hell of a lot better than the preppy shit she has. The second the feds get a glimpse of her with her sweet-and-innocent grandma clothes, they’ll ask questions. They’re already going to be curious about a new girl.

“Eve,” I call, glancing at some of the sexy panties and bras the girls bought.

Much better than the old lady underwear she had on earlier. Even if she still looked plenty sexy.

I’m going to have more fun with her in lace.

“Yeah,” she says, suddenly right behind me.

I turn quickly, measuring her carefully. She’s wearing my shirt, and that forces me to arch a brow.

“Why were you hiding? And why are you wearing my shirt?”

She doesn’t look overly stressed out, which is disconcerting. After the hellacious day, she’d be freaking out if she was as sweet and innocent as I originally thought.

“I wasn’t hiding. I was trying to be respectful. I wasn’t given permission to speak to anyone else, and you mentioned that you hated my clothes. Since I had nothing else at the time, I borrowed a shirt in case you came back.”

What the…

Is she for real?

Emotionless. She’s so stoic that it’s actually a little creepy.

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears suddenly, and I tilt my head. “You look like you’re about to cry,” I murmur absently, still studying the soft green eyes.

It sort of pisses me off that she’s about to cry, because she seemed fine two seconds ago.

“I’m fine,” she lies, turning her head as she moves over to the dresser. “What would you prefer I wore?”

This whole master/servant thing isn’t doing it for me. “Whatever they bought. You just can’t wear your shit. Too many questions will rise. Now, tell me why you’re about to cry.”

I glare at her back, waiting for an answer. She was fine until I showed up, and I know for a fact I haven’t done shit to her. She sure as hell enjoyed herself earlier, and I asked repeatedly if it was all consensual.

“It’s just been an overwhelming day. I’m sorry. I swear I’m not going to cry,” she says with her back turned, her body close to shaking. “I’ve never seen anyone die, I left my family, and… I swear I’m okay. Don’t send me back to Benny.”

Her voice stays steady throughout that little explanation. Until she reaches the last sentence. That’s when it breaks.

Is she scared of Benny? Does he have something on her that I don’t know about? And how the fuck does she know him?

“So you’re doing this for your family,” I say, dropping to the bed as she selects a pair of cut-off shorts and a white shirt.

She swallows audibly while turning to face me. “Yes. You’re welcome to check my family’s financial history.”

Already have someone looking into that, baby.

“And what would happen if I just turned you loose and sent you back home to your family?” I ask, smirking when her head pops up in surprise.

For a fleeting second, she looks so hopeful. I’m learning a lot just from her expressions. But then her face falls.

She sighs as she reaches for the bottom hem of her shirt—well, my shirt—and pulls it over her head. No fucking underwear. Now I’m distracted as hell, and I slowly slide to the edge of the bed, moving to be just beside where she has laid out the selection of clothing.

“Stay naked while you speak,” I tell her, feeling like a bit of an ass with that command, but not giving a damn.

Her body tenses, but she doesn’t argue. At all.

“If you were to set me free this early, Benny would think I’d screwed up and pissed you off or begged to be set free. Possibly think I was inadequate. I honestly don’t know, but I know he wouldn’t just let me return home and pretend as though I don’t have a debt to pay.”

The fear is real. Or else she’s a hell of an actress. But she seems more afraid of Benny than she does me. Appearances can be deceiving. I make Benny look amateur. But maybe she’s afraid for another reason.

Benny might actually go and kill her family. Perhaps he’s already threatened to. He wants something, and she’s the center of it all. I just have to keep an eye on him and wait for him to make his move.

“How’d a girl like you run into a guy like Benny?” I ask, unable to keep my hands off her any longer.

Her soft skin has been on my mind all day. Softest damn thing I’ve ever felt. Her curves are placed in all the right places, and her beautiful tits will fuck with my head even after I’ve had my fill of her.