Theta Waves Book 1 (Episodes 1-3) by Atkinson Thea

Author:Atkinson, Thea [Atkinson, Thea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

Theda backed away from the door. There was no way she could hide; she couldn't give any indication that she'd heard what went on in the other room. What she had to do was try to look casual, to look as though she was waiting for her smear, to paste on the look of an addict jonesing for her drug. She had to make the redhead believed nothing was amiss.

Now just how to do that when her chest was heaving from fear was as good a question as anything. She tore for the chair and ottoman, reclining into it just in time. The door opened, spilling out both the redhead and the portly customer. Just beyond, Theda could make out two burly youths gripping Salima by her arms. Both of them had sidearms.

"All of these are spoken for," the redhead said to the portly man as she entered. "But I have one in the back who I think might suit. I had her pegged for an Anne Boleyn, but I know you wanted to try something different for a change."

Theda watched as he laid his gaze on her. It was obvious he recognized her immediately. A smile spread across his face that made her stomach convulse. "Sometimes the old standbys offer a man the best gratification," he said, touching his lip with the back of his index finger.

The redhead strolled through the room toward her, nodding. "She's fair, perhaps too fair, I know," she said. "But she has those same wide set black eyes, and such a lovely long neck."

Theda made herself set up at attention, all the while working to keep from trembling. She couldn't let them see her fear.

"So am I good enough?" She demanded and hoped they didn't hear the tremor in her voice. "Do you approve?" She had a feeling that contract or not, changing her mind wouldn't be an option at this point. They had her exactly where they wanted her; what the redhead counted on was Theda's ignorance.

The john scratched his nose. "I couldn't have asked for a better fit," he said, turning to the redhead. "When can I have her?"

A noise came from the other room that stole the redhead's attention for a moment, a frown overtaking her face, but she recovered quickly and turned her eyes on Theda. "I promised her a fix first," she said.

"Damn straight you did," Theda said.

"Tomorrow, then," the redhead said to the john. "On account I presume?"

The john licked his lips. "I'll pay cash if I can have her in the morning."

"That's a great deal of money to get together in a few short hours." The redhead looked at her watch, then gave her attention to Theda. "Looks like you got your approval," she said.

Two men came into the room from behind her, carrying a limp Salima by the hands and feet. They dropped her down on the cot. Even in the dim light, Theda could see she'd been given godspit; the lubricated look was already slipping over her face.

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