"Joanna Wylde - The Price of Pleasure" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

on another hysterical giggle that threatened to escape. Oh no, not a good idea at all …
“I need to go, I have work to do,” she said. He frowned at her. Unable to help
herself, Calla’s gaze was drawn to his mouth. His lips were full and soft looking, a little
grin playing at the corners. What she really wanted, Calla realized, was to lean over and
bite the lower one … Another bad idea. Things were definitely out of hand.
“When can you come back?” he asked bluntly. “I’m not done with you.”
“I can’t come back,” Calla said. No matter how much pleasure this man had given
her, she couldn’t afford to anger Jenner. His hand grasped her chin hard now, forcing her
to meet his eyes. He had lost his open, pleasant smile. She had to think of a way to get
rid of him and keep him quiet, too.
“Why not? I’m prepared to compensate you.”
“I’m married,” she said, thinking quickly. “His name is Jess, and if he finds out what
happened here it would kill him. I didn’t mean to have sex with you, it was an
accident.” It was a stroke of genius, Calla thought. Or at least it would be if the
Saurellian was willing to respect a slave’s wedding vow. Jess was like a brother, they’d
been raised together in the same crèche. He would lie to protect her without question.
Since slave marriages weren’t recorded, the Saurellian would never know the difference.
Seth’s hand tightened on her chin, and a dark look swept across his face, scaring her with
its intensity. He was angry, she realized. His eyes flashed.
“I see,” he said tightly, then abruptly let her go and stood up and paced across the
room. His intense gaze followed her, and a muscle worked tightly in his jaw. “Get out.”
Calla quickly stood up, not about to argue. It seemed like she might yet escape this
horrible situation–she certainly wasn’t going to give him time to change his mind.
Moving quickly, she paused to pick up her basket and gather the fallen linens. Seth
watched for a few seconds while she collected her things. Then he repeated his terse
order.
“I said get out.”
Dropping the linens, Calla did as she was told.


*****

It took every ounce of Seth’s strength to let Calla leave. He couldn’t believe she was
married. The mere thought of another man touching her made him want to smash his fist
through the wall. He’d kill him, Seth thought. He’d kill him, and take Calla.
Then he caught himself, disgusted by his own thoughts. It wasn’t as if she was his
life mate, he reminded himself. She was just a slave on a third-rate, back-world mining
station. He could have any woman on the station he wanted. What use did he have for
one little slave? If anything, he should feel sorry for the poor bastard she was married to.
After all, he’d just fucked her silly and she hadn’t exactly protested. In fact, she screamed
her pleasure when she came. Who knew how many times she’d done the same thing
with other guests? Seth could probably have her again if he really wanted, but he didn’t
get involved with married women, even if they were only slaves. He liked his
relationships open and simple, preferring to pay good money to get good service.
Seth prowled around his room another hour, then decided he needed to get out.
He’d hoped to catch up on his reports to the Saurellian High Council. He was concerned
about rumors that some mining camp factions calling themselves “pilgrims” were
hoarding weapons. With a snort of disgust, Seth realized he wasn’t going to be able to
focus after his romp with the cleaning slave. Instead he’d go and check the patrols, and
maybe even head over to the House of Lilies. He’d find a woman there who’d make