On Her Master's Secret Service (Masters and Mercenaries #4)(40)

Alex smiled. If Chazz kept calling what seemed like perfectly pleasant women bitches, he was going to strangle the f*cker. Though he’d laughingly called Eve a bitch from time to time, it was with deep affection, the same way she would call him a righteous *. Still, the whole idea of Amanda walking through those doors and greeting him with a kiss put his gut in a knot. He should have played gay and brought Adam in. It would have been easier on him to kiss Adam than Amanda.

The door opened and a stream of late-afternoon light filtered in making a shadow of the woman walking in the door. She was followed by a big, bulky shadow. Sean. Alex released a long breath. He felt better with Sean here. His back was much safer than before.

Amanda walked through, and it looked like she’d followed his instructions to the letter. Her hair was longer than it had been before. He didn’t know if it was a wig or extensions, but it would change her in a subtle way. And that was what he wanted, for her not to look exactly like Amanda King.

She moved out of the shadow and he caught a look at the new Amanda. He felt the smile slip off his face because she really didn’t look like Amanda at all.

He blinked to clear his vision because he hadn’t seen Amanda. He’d seen Eve, with chestnut-brown hair that brushed the tops of her breasts. She was dressed in the skimpiest clothes he’d ever seen her wear, a mini skirt that couldn’t possibly cover her ass. It looked like someone had wrapped a bandage around her hips and called it a skirt. Her tank top molded to every inch of her torso, stopping roughly an inch above the skirt, giving him a glimpse of skin every time she moved.

And her freaking legs looked a million miles long in what had to be five-and-a-half inch platforms. She was wearing the thin leather collar that should have been around Amanda’s neck.

Eve. Eve was here, and she looked like sex in stilettos.

Kristen didn’t miss a beat. She greeted Eve like they were the old friends they were supposed to be. “Hey, Mandy. How was the flight?”

“Great. Couldn’t have been better.” Eve smiled up at him.

Sean held out a hand in greeting. Nothing in his expression gave away the fact that the operation had just gone to hell. “Hey, brother.” He looked around the club. “This is a shit hole.”

“Nice, Sean.” He forced himself to stay calm. “This is Chazz. He runs this shit hole. This is my cousin, Sean Reilly.”

Chazz snorted a little. “Well, Reilly, that’s why I’m hiring you and Master A. I want to class the place up a little before our big meetings. You’re going to have to work fast because we have three VIPs coming in next week. It’s what I like to call a dry run for the major meeting coming up in a couple of weeks. We’re going to have to make this place classy for the big boss.” Chazz’s beady rat eyes took in every inch of flesh Eve was showing off. He didn’t seem capable of hiding the leer on his face. “Though you already class the place up, sweetheart. I take back what I said, Master A. If I had that fine piece of ass in bed with me, maybe I could let the others go.”

He started to see red, but Eve was right next him, a hand on his arm. She giggled. She actually giggled at that f*cker and looked like a bubblehead who thought it was flattering to be called a piece of ass. “I think I’m going to like it here, Master.”

Chazz winked and took another look at her legs before nodding toward his office. “I’ll make sure you like it here. Now, let’s get down to business. I think Kris can show Mandy around. Why don’t we go upstairs and talk about what I need from you all over the next couple of weeks? Master A, if you’ll join us.”

Chazz didn’t wait around, simply started up the stairs.

Sean put a hand on his shoulder, his head leaning in close. “Save the punishment for later, man. Don’t blow the op because you’re pissed.”

Oh, but he was super pissed. And terrified. And volcanically angry at being maneuvered into a place where he had to allow her in or give up everything. And Sean was right. He had to think about this for two seconds. He glanced back at Eve.

“Here, sub.”

Her eyes flared. Yeah, she wasn’t used to him commanding her, but she was the one who had decided to blow all his plans to hell, so she would just have to handle the big bad Dom. And the big bad Dom wasn’t about to play nice. Oh, no. He’d played things her way for far too long, and she wasn’t going to come out of this unscathed.

Eve walked over, a tight smile on her face. “Yes, Master?”

He gripped the back of her neck. Even in those f*ck-me shoes, she couldn’t match his height. He forced her up on her toes. He brought his voice low. “We will discuss this in a few hours, sub. If you want to play, angel, we’re going to play it my way. You want to take on the role of my slave? You better think about what that means. It means I’ll have you the way I want you. I’ll f*ck you when I want, where I want, how I want, and I won’t listen to your protests. You belong to me. Mine. You’re f*cking mine for however long this lasts.”

“Alex,” she started.

He tightened the hand on her neck in warning. “That’s Master, sub. And you’ll feel the flat of my hand on your ass tonight right before you sink down to your knees and suck my cock. That’s right. You’re going to sleep in my bed tonight with my come in your belly. Still happy you walked through that door, Mandy?”