“Kindle?” the taller one asks. I wonder if all men are this big, or only the ones that work for Aidon. On TV they aren’t this massive; they seem to come in all shapes and sizes. I would definitely consider these men to be in the XL category. None of them are as tall as Aidon, but these two are built. It amazes me that the girls back home can have men like them on their knees with a few laughs and smiles. At least that’s how I imagine they do it in my head from some of the stories I’ve heard.
“Never mind,” I mumble. The shorter man walks over to my untouched breakfast cart. He begins to lift the lids, inspecting them to see what I’ve eaten. It’s a strange thing to do. Why would anyone care how much or what I’m eating?
“Aidon wants to see you in his office.”
I perk up at that. The thought of getting to leave this room, even if it’s only for a few minutes, makes me happy.
“Okay, let me change.” I reach for the hem of my dress to pull it off and put on another. Both men curse and spin around, giving me their backs. I open my mouth to apologize but stop myself. I’m used to being surrounded by women who will change and walk around naked like it’s nothing.
I grab another dress and put it on. “Bathroom,” I tell them before I dart off. I turn on the light and give myself a quick look over in the mirror. I look like me, plain old me. There’s nothing about me that screams sexy siren. I huff because there is nothing that I can do about it. It is what it is. If my mom was going to send me clothes, the least she could do was include some sexy stuff. I have a mission here! One that I’m obviously ill prepared for.
I look down at my chest. I need one of those push-up bras. I don’t have much and often go without wearing a bra at all. I turn to the side, sticking out my chest. I suppose I could bend over a bunch. Bend over and giggle. Is it really that easy? May says men are all dumb, but I think Aidon is the exception to this rule.
I flip my hair for good measure before I exit the bathroom. “Okay, boys. I’m rea—” my words trail off when I see Aidon standing there instead. The other men are nowhere in sight.
His arms are folded over his chest as he glares at me with those dark eyes. He’s in a suit, the same as yesterday, but I think he might have slept in this one.
“Are you trying to seduce my men too?” he grits out, sounding madder than he was yesterday. I don’t think he wants to fuck me. In fact, he looks like he wants to strangle me.
“There is a lot I would do for a Kindle,” I try to tease. It’s the wrong thing to say. He moves faster than should be possible for a man his size. My feet leave the ground as he pins me to the wall. I gasp when I feel every hard inch of his cock press into my stomach.
Or maybe it was the right thing to say after all.
Chapter 5Aidon
“Have you been sent here to seduce all of my men or just me?” I grind my cock against her, and I swear I can feel an answering heat. Cora glares at me and for a second something I might interpret as fear in another woman flits across her face, but I know I’m reading her wrong. This is a Vieth orphan and they are fearless, especially when it comes to men. They’re trained to seduce the opposite sex into mindless pools of want who will do anything to get a little taste of their snatch.
“You, of course,” is her sultry reply, erasing any doubt in my mind. Her breath whispers by my cheek, turning my already hard cock into a bar of steel.
“Then what the fuck are you doing undressing in front of my men? If you want a dick so bad, I’m right here.”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to touch me?”
My hand drifts down to her core, and I press my palm hard against the pubic bone. She gasps and clenches me tighter. “Who’s going to know?”
“I’m not gonna lie to my mother.”
A sigh slips from me, and I let my hand drop away. “So we’re back to that, are we?”
“Why would I lie about her being my mother?”
“To gain sympathy.” Having that woman raise you can’t be a picnic.
“As if you would give it to me,” Cora scoffs, running a hand down her neck and turning away from me, the fabric of her skirt flaring enticingly around her legs. She looks like a flower in the winter. “That’d be so dumb to believe that.”
“Then why are you undressing in front of my men?” Jealousy is riding me hard. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so agitated. Fuck, I hate this.
“Because I live with a bunch of women, and we don’t care about wearing clothes or anything!” she twirls and shouts at me. Her eyes are shooting flames, and her color is high in her cheeks. The dress that hints at her figure falls against her curves like a loving hand. I want to tear it off and devour her. I drag a heavy hand down my face.
What the hell am I going to do? She wants to seduce me, and I want to be seduced, only I can’t touch her or the deal between Vieth and me is off. I won’t get revenge for Poppy, and Vieth will think I’m an easy mark. Giving in to this woman could mean the end of my people,
