She giggles like I made a joke, though I’m not stupid enough to pretend this is anything other than a trap. “That’s not what I’m trying to do!”
“No?” I ask. “Who sent you in here to seduce me?”
She stays silent.
I smile. “Come on now, Helena. Let’s be honest with one another. You’re not here because you want to be, are you?”
“Of course I am,” she says robotically.
But really, what the hell else is she supposed to say? “What does Rokiades want from me?” I ask. “Just tell me and I’ll answer. Simple as that.”
“Nothing.”
My hand darts out suddenly, giving her no warning. She lets out a strangled little scream just as my fingers enclose around her throat. Her eyes bug out a little as I tighten gently. They’re grey, with little speckles of blue. Watery. Dull.
“I’ll ask again: why did he send you in here?”
“I… I don’t know… He… he told me to come to you and…”
“Seduce me?”
She nods desperately. I release her neck and she gasps, before backing away from me just a little.
“He didn’t say anything more?”
“No,” she says shakily. “I just follow orders. I don’t ask questions.”
I raise my eyebrows and she looks into her lap self-consciously. When she looks back up again, I can tell she’s going to make another attempt at salvaging the situation.
“I can’t say I’m disappointed, though,” she says. “You are a very handsome man. It makes a nice change from some of the others I’m sent to.”
“Is that right?” I ask, keeping my tone neutral.
She doesn’t seem to read too much into it. In fact, she seems to take that as encouragement. She swings off the bed and lands on her knees in front of me. The move is smooth and her expression turns confident.
Her breasts are right in front of me now. The corset is tight and so low, that I can almost make out the small nubs of her nipples.
The thing is, it does nothing for me. My cock remains completely apathetic to the sight.
“Get up,” I tell her impatiently.
A sliver of pride flits across her eyes. Not a woman who’s used to handling rejection. I’m probably the first man who’s ever turned her down.
She’s a stubborn one, though. She looks even more determined than before as she flips her thick blonde hair and chews at her lower lip.
“I like being on my knees,” she murmurs, running her tongue over her bottom lip.
“For fuck’s sake, stop talking,” I groan.
She smiles. “There’s one way to make me stop talking,” she trills. “You’ll have to fill my mouth up with something.”
When I don’t say anything, she reaches out for the crotch of my pants.
I snatch her wrist out of the air halfway. “I told you no, Helena,” I hiss. “Run and tell Rokiades if it matters to you.”
“What do you want?” she asks, pleading. “I’ll do anything. What turns you on?”
“Not you.”