End Game (The Game Series) by A.J. Carella

Author:A.J. Carella [Carella, A.J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Publisher: A.J. Carella
Published: 2013-11-01T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Joey led her down the stairs and to a room at the back of the house. It had big double doors which Joey opened dramatically, pushing her forward with the hand he held to her back. Despite herself, her eyes widened. The room was huge and the whole of the wall facing her was floor to ceiling glass, giving a view of the gardens to the rear of the house. The wall to the left was home to an enormous fish tank, built into the wall, in which she could see an array of tropical fish swimming around. In the center of the room was a round poker table around which all of Sergei’s guests were seated. Sergei himself was sitting off to the side in a large, overstuffed, black leather chair.

Standing up, he came over to her. “And here, gentlemen, as promised, is your prize.”

Tara could feel all the eyes in the room turn to her and she could almost feel their gazes against her skin, stripping her bare. The dress she had been told to wear was one of her least favorite and she had only ever worn it once. It was black and floor length with two slits at the front going right up to her waist which meant that every time she moved, the guests could see far more than she wanted them to. . The top consisted of little more than two straps of fabric attached to the front and back of the waistband of the skirt and which barely contained her breasts. She felt totally exposed, which she knew was exactly the point.

“Now, before we start, you’ve all been made aware of the rules. Winner goes first.” He smiled at the laughing and backslapping this comment brought around the table. “But, so you know what you are playing for, you all get to have a look at the goods before we start.” He stepped aside. “If you would, Joey.”

She felt Joey step up behind her, and before she could react he had sliced through the straps of her dress with a knife, allowing them to fall away leaving her breasts exposed. Taking her wrists in his hands, he stopped her from raising them to cover herself. Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to imagine herself in a different place, anywhere but here, while the men ogled her.

After a minute Joey released her wrists and she was allowed to pick up the bits of fabric from where they had fallen and hold them over herself.

“Now you know what you are playing for, gentlemen. Let the game begin,” Sergei said with a flourish. “You can go back to your room now. Rest, you’re going to need all your energy later.” He laughed then, along with all the others in the room, and the sound stayed with her as Joey escorted her back upstairs.

She’d expected him to leave and close the door behind him but he didn’t. Instead he followed her into the room. “What do you want Joey?”

He smiled.

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