Becoming His Slave (20 page)

“Wanna talk about it?” Dane calm commanding tone came through the dark fog that filled the room.

Trenton’s head rocked from side to side, “Wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Start with letting her in so when she’s ready she knows what she’s getting into. You can’t keep going on trying to keep her close and at a distance at the same time and none of us want to scrape you off the pavement.”

Damn—it was like they were all psychic or something. They all knew what he was blitzing out about, but then it couldn’t have been that hard to guess, nothing and no one had ever set him off balance like this.

“You finished here?” Dane gave him a concerned look from the shadows.

“Yeah—” he looked up taking in a deep breath regaining his composure, “Yeah I guess so.”

“Good cuz we got a lot of papers to go through.”

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CHAPTER NINE

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JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT: DESTINATION PARIS FRANCE

Katianna grew increasingly nervous as the plane was powering up. They hadn’t even pulled away from the terminal and already she was a nervous wreck. She had never flown before and all she could think about where scenes from the movies. They always ended in disaster.

Stupid writers.

Trenton had insisted she take the window seat without an explain why, but she knew why. In the movies when the terrorists tried to high jack the plane, isle seat passengers were the most vulnerable to be snatched up, but on the flip side allowed the heroes to jump up and save the day—she scowled. S
tupid writers
.

Across the aisle from them sat Diesel, again on the outside seat then Amelia and then Ramos. A few seats ahead of them was Payton. They were like the secret service or something placed in strategic positions.

“You’re thinking too much.” Trenton remarked, watching her little mind going to work, as if there were some digital read out on her forehead that told him what she was thinking—
stupid writers
.

The plane surged and she was nearly out of her seat when the plane began to roll and the passage way that had been their way on—
and
the means back off, fell away.

Trenton could see the tension; she was going to explode from fright the second they built up for the take off if she didn’t try to relax. He reached for her hand and pulled it to him and gave her fingers free rein to his shirt. Requiring no further prodding they fisted in his shirt, but her eyes never looked away from the window.

“It helps if you don’t look.” He tried to comfort her.

“That’s like telling someone to not look down.” She scowled her eyes painfully watching as the safety of the world grew smaller.

Trenton let out a sigh as he reached over and closed the window. Scolding her lightly when her hand went to open it back up. Hell he should have seen this coming and picked up some prescription strength Dramamine or some other sedative for her. But they were here now. It just meant he’d have to buy a new shirt once they got to Paris.

It infuriated him to no ends that Amelia insisted on bringing Katianna. Paris was beautiful and he would enjoy showing her its wonders, but Paris was also a dangerous place right now. And so was being Amelia.

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TWO WEEKS PRIOR TO THEIR TRIP

“Now I’d like William and Ramos with me
—” Amelia called on the phone to make the final arrangements with Trenton as to which of his bodyguards she would be taking with her.

“Dammit Amelia you know perfectly damn well I see to the overseas trips personally.”

“Since when?”
the voice on the other end quickly trying to dismiss his say so in the arrangement.

“Since France is under amber alert lately with the recent bombings.”

“This wouldn’t have something to do with the fact I’m taking Katianna with me this time does it?”

“Beside the fact that I
always
handle the overseas trips, you know damn well it does. It’s bad enough you risk yourself going to France with the recent death threats your family has gotten, but to drag her along is beyond reckless.”

“French publicists are opening the market to American erotica and Katianna Dumas is at the top of the list. It’s a golden opportunity for her.”

“Great! Make a long distance phone call.”

“I’m taking her and that’s final.”

“Then I’ll be riding shot gun the whole time and that’s final.”

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Now he wondered what the hell Amelia was thinking, sticking to her plan to bring Katianna with her.

In those two weeks since, Amelia’s business trip plans went from bad to worse. The summit meeting she was forced to call the Board of Directors in would be taking a vote to shut down two of the company’s largest engineering plants; one that built some of the world’s largest mining equipment, massive earth dredgers capable of leveling out a mountain in a matter of days and leased them out to the large mining companies that used them; the other handled machine parts for the first as well as to other companies that built oil rigs both land and sea. Both located in war torn countries, Turkey and Egypt. While the plants were doing very well and provided a number of jobs for the communities they were located in, they were also high level targets for terrorists and insurgents encroaching in the area. In short the investors and the people who managed the plants were getting scared and wanted to pull out.

So now the four day trip was expected to go well beyond the week until the Board had made a decision. Katianna only needed to be there for all of a few hours.

He had it in his right mind to bring Katianna home right after, but the heat was getting bad for the Quinneth family and someone had already taken a shot at one of Amelia’s brothers along with a bomb scare at the Family firm. He needed to stay for Amelia’s sake, therefore so would Katianna.

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Trenton learned a long time ago the best way to force the body to adjust to the six hour difference along with the double shot of a seven hour flight was not to go to bed but to go out and force yourself past the extra hours and then go to bed. So as soon as they had returned to the suite they all would share after dinner, Trenton was dressing to head for one of Paris’ famous sex club,
Le Nuit Rouge.

Katianna thought differently about his plans. Just because she wrote books with steamy explicit sex scenes didn’t mean she wanted to go to a club where people could do so openly. Her wish to decline didn’t come into question until Amelia popped out of her room ready to accompany him.

Diesel volunteered to stay behind rather than push Katianna to go and perhaps it would do Trenton some good. Trenton would be staying with Katianna throughout their time in Paris and such constant close proximity was likely to send the man into desire overload. Some sexual tension pre-release ritual might keep him in balance—maybe—okay probably not, but Diesel was willing to stay behind and let his brother think he still had that kind of option for himself.

It wasn’t long after the rest left, Katianna was climbing the walls, too much fatigue from the flight over to settle down to write and there was nothing at their hotel she could entertain herself with. She couldn’t even watch television as it was all in French. Adding to the frustration that Diesel spoke fluent French just as Trenton and Amelia did and the tv suited him just fine.

Diesel had stepped out for a restroom break, but when he returned, Katianna, while still on the Wilshire wingback chair was now turned around sitting in it upside down. Her head falling back over the seat’s edge and her feet draped up and over the back as she stared at the television.

Diesel laughed, “Does sitting that way help you understand French now?”

Her brow instantly furrowed in a deep scowl and her lips took on her famous pouting, “No.” She answered back with a tone that affirmed she
was
pouting. “I’m bored—why couldn’t we get a hotel with a pool?”

“Not many hotels in Paris have them. But the Le Nuit Rouge does.”

She righted herself in the chair suddenly and blinked up at him, “The club Trenton and Amelia went to?”

“Right inside. They’ll even let you swim in it for the right price.”

“What kind of price?” She shot off an auspicious look.

“The kind I will gladly pay if we go.”

But then she remembered Trenton referring to it as a
sex club
. “But I don’t want to go have sex in a night club Diesel.”

Diesel only laughed at her more, “Just because you go doesn’t mean you have to participate, not everyone does. It just allows it if you do want to.”

“I don’t want to watch either.” One side of her face was curling up in a fretful concern.

“There are five sections to the club and
foul
play is allowed in only two of them.”

“So how does all that work anyways?” Growing a little curious.

Diesel dropped back down on the sofa crossing his arms over his chest, “I’m not answering another question—you wanna know how it works you have to go. Come on just think it’ll put a whole new twist to the game
Name that skirt.
” He laughed at her remembering how well that little writer’s mind of hers whipped up a few tantalizing tails of the types of persons
the skirts
were as they walked by. It got even funnier when they added score cards to their game.

She smiled, she remembered that first night, well some. The first time Diesel ever persuaded her to play started getting fuzzy about halfway through her second long Island tea, “You won’t let anyone touch me will you?”

“No—” he laughed at her again, “and I assure you Trenton wouldn’t either. Hell you’d have a hell of a time getting him to allow it if you did want someone to touch you.”

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Le Club La Nuit Rouge
was one of Paris’s famous sex clubs, a place where you could come, alone or with a partner, enjoy an evening within a night club atmosphere and enjoy sex openly—if you chose to. Unlike the sex clubs in Amsterdam, this was open consensual sex between guests not a brothel for hire. Prostitutes were not allowed inside La Nuit Rouge.

La Nuit Rouge, which meant the Red Night, was divided into five sections, the first an open friendly greeting lounge with bar, a large buffet of hors d'oeuvres, lots of seating and the music was kept to a friendly volume, primarily for folks to come in and meet new people or simply to warm up for the other areas of the club. Some of the tables were actually board games where guests could stay awhile and challenge someone to a game of chess and get to know one another, or just stall to work off their first time jitters. Which Diesel denied Katianna of the option.

Past the meet-n-greet was the main area of the club and the largest of all five sections. A mix of high-bar tables, deck settees and booths encircled the two focal points of the tavern style atmosphere. The large center isle bar and just as Diesel promised a full size in ground pool.

Double doors along the wall opposite the pool side lead to the dance floor. Where broadcasting European techno music had bodies swaying and gyrating all night long or until to doing so with clothes on was no longer desired. That’s when you moved to one of the two back rooms.

Katianna wouldn’t even let Diesel tease her into talking a peek beyond those doors. Knowing that was where the club’s purpose was put on display was enough to keep her feet firmly rooted at the poolside.

Trenton had already put down several shots of a no name brand of silver tequila; it seemed rather suitable how the drink failed to meet his pallet of taste just as the patrons inside the club did. He shook his head at his own thoughts. He use to come here and enjoy the hell out of himself, as he walked through the crowd of paired bodies, through the maze of barely there partitioned beds and loungers topped with couples lost in their search for something they had yet reached. He walked among them like some hierarchy of his own castle, because he knew—knew what they were missing.  And only he knew the secret to finding sexual nirvana.

Perhaps his vanity was taken too high in a place like this, but he couldn’t prevent it. Seeing such need on their faces, desperation for that deep satiety.

Trenton reached for his next shot, staring at its contents. He knew what he wanted. It just wasn’t here and like the shitty tequila he was drinking, was trying to make the best of what was availed to him.

A woman at the corner of the bar smiled his way. He stilled with his drink watching her—short spiking tendrils of golden brown hair framed her face and the back of her neck. The low scoop neck shirt revealed plump cleavage further adorned with a long chain and a charm that dropped precariously between her breasts. He watched as she took a long drink from her wine glass then licked her red stained lips seductively, but kept her eyes down. She was fantasying without the courage to look at him. As long as she kept her eyes down, it appealed to him. But he felt nothing.

This wasn’t good. He was in charge of Katianna’s safety; he couldn’t afford himself to be around her and in full heat for her. He needed to dispel some sexual frustration somehow. His hand wasn’t going to do the trick, he’d just think of her. What he needed to do was put someone else inside his head. His gaze shifted back to the shot glass he still held in his fingers.
There wasn’t room for anyone else in his head.

Trenton’s thoughts broke as someone stepped up, he looked— “What are you doing here?” Trenton stammered when Diesel was suddenly standing next to him.

“A better question would be to ask what the hell are you doing at all?” Diesel reached, taking the shot glass from Trenton’s fingers and downed it himself. He made a harsh grimace, “
Ugh
—that’s awful.” Then set the glass upside down with the others Trenton had lined up to keep count of just how far down he was going.