Bought by Tara Crescent

Author:Tara Crescent [Crescent, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 25154155
Published: 2015-04-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Ellie / Jenny:

I didn’t have long to wait to find out what was next. About twenty minutes later, the car pulled into a narrow alley in front of a faded door, covered with graffiti.

Alexander had been tense during the drive. Whatever the person on the phone had said to him had caused the laughing, relaxed man that had walked with me through the night market to disappear. The man that was left had a hard expression in his eyes and radiated a sense of ruthlessness that caused me to shiver in genuine fear.

Before we got out, Alexander turned to me with a warning. “Inside,” he said, “don’t wander off. Stay within my line of sight.”

I nodded. Without a weapon on my person, I knew better than to disappear into the back-alleys of Bangkok.

***

It was a club. A band was playing in the corner. African music, loud and boisterous. A teeming multi-ethnic crowd on the floor was dancing without a care in the world. Africans, Europeans and Thai – everyone swayed to the music and bounced to the sound of the drums. I heard snatches of shouted conversation in many languages.

“You like to dance?” Alexander asked me.

“I don’t know how,” I responded. He opened his mouth to say something, when two men appeared in front of him. Both were large. Both looked dangerous. But though their eyes betrayed tension, their lips parted in a cordial smile.

“Alexander, tu es ici,” one of the men said. “Ça va?” His French was tinted with the Arabic lilt of the Maghreb. He was Moroccan then. Or Tunisian. I couldn’t tell which.

“Ça va, Salim,” Alexander replied. He turned to me and performed introductions, which surprised me all over again. Dylan wouldn’t have ever introduced his slave to his associates. I was property.

“Jenny, this is Salim,” he switched to English, “and Rachid.” Both men nodded politely. “Rachid, can you show Jenny around while I chat with Salim?”

Rachid grinned, his teeth flashing. “Of course,” he said. “Jenny, do you dance?”

Alexander and Salim withdrew to a corner. My eyes followed and Rachid took my curiosity for concern about being left alone. “Do not be worried, Jenny. He’ll be right back and I don’t bite.”

I surveyed Rachid. Two hundred pounds of solid bulging muscle. Just under six feet tall. But I could probably take him in a fight. “I’m not,” I replied. I smiled a slightly nervous smile, staying in character as the American girl who had never left home, but who found herself in a seedy part of Bangkok in a crowded club. Whose new master had just deposited her in the arms of another man. “I don’t dance.”

Rachid’s eyes twinkled. “No, no, Jenny, this will not do,” he exclaimed in mock-horror, drawing me into the crowd. “Come. Let the music flow through you.”

He placed his hands on my hips and helped me sway to the music. I frowned in concentration and followed along, trying not to step on his toes. He clucked in disapproval. “You think too

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