CHAPTER TWO

As Evie walked down the long dark-lit hallway accompanied by Violetta and the two men, who had been standing guard outside, She felt like she was going to puke.

She was nervous. Terrified. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew she had no choice in the matter. She was going to have sex with a stranger tonight. And was supposed to put on a good performance while doing so.

“There are rules you need to keep in mind,” Violetta spoke as the walked. "Don't talk to anyone until you're spoken to. If you don't want to do something, say no. And lastly, you have to choose a name for yourself. No one must know your real name. Trust me the last you'll want to do is give out your personal information."

Evie heart was racing. Did was really happening, to her.

What if he wanted me to be rough? She thought. What if I panicked? Her mind raced with questions, but Violetta wasn't giving her a chance to ask them.

“So?” Violetta asked sternly.

What?”

“Your name? What should I call you?"

Evie was lost for words. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't help it. This was all so overwhelming.

“Just say something," Violetta said impatiently.

Evie looked down at the lingerie she wore. It was tight fitting, and it showed off all her ample curves. It was also red. The color reminded her of the roses in her garden back home.

“Red," she whispered.

Violeta looked at her with a smirk. "That's a good name. I like it."

They finally stopped at a heavy wooden door. A golden plaque with the words ‘VIP Suite’ was engraved on it. Two large men stood in front of it. One with a gun, the other with a knife. Evie almost passed out when she noticed they were holding those weapons.

“Her name is Red,” Violeta told the guards. Her voice was a little higher though. Like she wanted someone else to hear her.

The two men stepped aside and allowed only Evie to enter. The room was large and dimly lit. Scented candles were set around the room, giving the air an exotic fragrance. There was also a large bed with silk sheets.

A man sat on the edge of the bed, his face illuminated by the flickering flames of the candle. He was handsome. Evie stood frozen in awe. His eyes, his skin. Everything about him was perfect.

“So, Red. How does it feel to be here?" he asked in a deep voice.

He looked young, maybe mid twenties. He had short brown hair, which looked almost black, and dark eyes. His jawline was square and strong.

It didn’t help that he was shirtless. His muscles were well defined and his arms were tanned. Evie mind wandered.

“I…I” She stuttered unable to speak. His stare made her blush.

“Do you like what you see?" he asked.

She nodded without thinking.

His eyes narrowed as he stood up and walked towards her. His steps were light. So light she didn't even notice him approach.

“Touch me, Red. Touch me where I am most sensitive,” he commanded.

Evie froze. Her hand was shook as she reached out and touched his shoulder. His skin was warm and smooth. She traced my fingers along his bicep.

He smirked and held her hand while running the other through her long hair. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, letting him guide her head.

“Have anyone told you how beautiful you are?" he asked.

She didn’t know what to say. She was too stunned to think.

“You are very pretty," he continued, stroking her cheek. "So much prettier than I expected."

She opened my mouth to protest, but before she could get a word out, he kissed her

It was gentle and tender. She gasped at the feel of his tongue against her. She tasted sweet wine on his lips.

“You taste good, Red. You're going to taste even better.”

His hands moved from her hair to her slender shoulders then down to her tiny waist. He pulled her closer to him. Their chests touched and she could feel his breath on her neck.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispered, his fingers held the thin strap of her bra.

She hesitated. Part of her wanted to resist. But another part, wanted him to touch her. To let him feel this raw lust burning inside of her.

“I can’t…” Evie started to say.

But he interrupted.

“I won't hurt you, Red. I promise,” he reassured.

Evie released her grip on my bra and let it fall to the floor. Her naked body was on full display. The only thing covering her was the lacy red thong.

The man took a step back. Drinking in the sight of her. She wasn’t just the most girl he’d ever seen. She was the most desirable woman.

Evie could feel his gaze on her, it was soft, not harsh or demanding.

She tried to cover my exposed breasts with her hands, but he grabbed them and placed them behind her back.

“Don't hide yourself from me, Red,” he whispered, his voice low and sensual. Evie bit her lip nervously. He was so close to her now and not only could she smell the faint scent of his cologne, but she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

No, she immediately snapped of whatever spell he had on me. Her senses seemed to come back to her as she took a step back. She needed him far away. Even though his touch felt soothing, she still needed to escape.

She thought she had the courage to do this before, but she just couldn’t. She couldn’t let a stranger defile her. A man she hardly knew to take away the one thing she owned.

Evie grabbed the bra from beneath me and dashed for the door. But he caught her wrist. His touch sending sparks down her spine.

“Let go!" she yelled, trying to pull her arm free.

“No."

She struggled in his grasp, trying to break free. “Let go of me.”

He chuckled, amused by her attempts to escape his hold.

“What do you need, Red? More more?” He asked bringing out a stack of bills from his pocket and throwing it at her.

The money hit her chest and fell onto the floor. She wondered how someone could have such a huge amount of cash on them.

“Isn’t that what girls like you want? Some extra cash?” He asked.

Evie scoffed. A new found confidence seemed to have taken over her. "Girls like me? What makes you think I’m a whore?”

“Isn’t that why you’re here.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong but the difference was she didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want this.

“I don’t need your money. If your balls is too small to get a woman without paying for it, then that’s your own problem not mine.”

He laughed. He was enjoying this.

“You're a feisty one aren't you?" he said grabbing her arm again.

“No-one says ‘no’ to me, Red. No-one says no to Lorenzo Armani. Did you hear me? I get what I want and I always will."

She could tell he was becoming angry. She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her. They glowed with a fierce fire. This man was dangerous and she should run.

So she did, yanking her arm from his grasp.

Evie ran towards the door and pushed past the man's bodyguards who were standing guard outside. She ran into the hallway.

She didn’t care if it would get her in trouble with Violetta or whoever ran this place. She just needed to get away from him.