Matt (Red, Hot, & Blue) (6 page)

“Come in. Quickly. Shut the door.”

“Okay.” Sam took a step in and closed the door.

“Men can’t see the girls unless the sheikh says they may.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Sam extended her hand. “I’m Sabrina.”

“Yes, of course. I was told to expect a new girl. You may call me Ana. You’ll need something to wear.” The older woman ignored the bag in Sam’s hand.

“I packed a variety of clothes. Dressy. Casual.”

“No. In the past, yes, western clothing would have been fine, but not now. The sheikh has a very important guest staying here. Royalty. He prefers the old ways, so we comply.”

This was not good news, because the
old way
was apparently nearly naked. Physically, Sam was in good shape. She worked out enough so she should be. Showing off a toned body in a bathing suit was fine, but showing off her nipples for royal guests in a palace was quite another.

Ana reached behind an ornate screen and came out with a costume to match what the other girls wore. “Here. This should work with your coloring. You’d be more popular with the men if you had more curves. You’ll have to eat more. For now, they may be intrigued enough with your blonde hair and blue eyes to overlook you’re built like a boy. Then again, there are those who prefer the boys who may like you as well.”

When Sam didn’t move to change, Ana frowned. “Get dressed. What are you waiting for? He expects you now.”

“Who expects me?”

“The Prince of Brunei, of course.”

As she slipped behind the screen, Sam’s mind spun, remembering something she’d read years ago about Brunei and its royal family. It was rumored that they partied like Hugh Hefner, surrounded by beautiful women from all over the world. To the best of Sam’s recollection, the current sultan’s brother, Prince Jefri, had been accused of embezzling billions of dollars, besides other allegations of the more sexual nature. Disgraced, Jefri had fled his country.

And now this prince from Brunei was a guest of the royal family of Dubai and wanted her to come to him…dressed like this. Holy shit, this was not what Sam had expected. It was enough to make her head spin.

There was no mirror, so how was she supposed to know how she looked in this outfit? Perhaps it was better that she didn’t know.

Sam stepped out from behind the screen to find Ana nodding. “Good. Let’s go.”

Maybe this prince just liked to welcome all the new girls. Sam tried to convince herself of that during the walk through some private hallways leading to another closed door. When Ana knocked, a guard opened it to them.

Two things told Sam she might be in trouble here, in addition to the heavily armed guard. First, the sunken bathing tub filled with naked women. And second, the equally nude man who must be the prince himself.

“Eyes down,” Ana hissed the order. “And remember, the sheikh wants his guests kept happy, no matter what.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ana wasn’t much of an ally, but once she had gone, Sam realized how alone she was. She should have let the commander contact someone here, the way he’d wanted to.

“Come here. Let me see you.” Prince Jefri’s intense stare took her in from head to toe, pausing at plenty of places in between during his perusal.

Eyes down, she took one step forward.

“You’re too thin.”

So she’d been told. “My apologies.”

“Come closer.”

Swallowing hard, Sam moved closer, just as the prince hoisted himself out of the water, naked as the day he was born and fully aroused. He came to her and grasped her chin, raising it. “Blue eyes. Real? Or are they fake lenses?”

“Real.” For the first time in her life, Sam wished they weren’t.

He nodded and released her chin. “The tits are obviously real.”

He circled to stand behind Sam. She didn’t like not being able to see him. The feel of Jefri’s hand on her belly had her drawing in a breath. He slid it up and cupped her breast. Pressing against her back, so close she smelled the wine on his breath and felt the water from his skin soak through her clothing, he said, “Eat more.”

If he felt the thundering of her heart as the adrenaline pounded through her veins, he didn’t say so.

Sam’s gaze caught on the expression of the three women in the bath. Two looked curious, while pure hatred radiated off one.

Perfect. Just what Sam needed. Jealousy. Now the prince’s main squeeze viewed her as competition and hated her on sight. Little did this woman know, Sam would be more than happy to let her have the prince all to herself.

He moved his hand from her breast around to the small of her back. There, he trailed one finger down the crack between her ass cheeks.

Sam held her breath. She’d have to do it. If Jefri decided to bend her over and take her here and now, she’d do it. Because if ever there were a man with motive to sell secrets, it was this one.

Shamed though Jefri had been in his own country, he was here as a guest of the royal family of Dubai. To object to whatever he asked of her could get Sam thrown out, or worse, expose her cover.

They’d been trained to withstand torture. She’d withstand this.

“She’s pretty, no?” Jefri asked the girls in the tub.

“Not particularly,” the one giving her the hate-filled stares answered.

Jefri chuckled while patting Sam’s ass.

“I will look forward to getting to know you better.” He left Sam, went back to the tub and sat on the edge next to the woman shooting daggers from her eyes. “You may go.”

Sam dipped her head in a nod. She was about to turn toward the door when the prince grasped the woman’s head and pushed her mouth down over his thick erection. “Now, you bad girl. Show the others what happens to girls with sharp tongues.”

The guard’s hand on her elbow brought Sam’s attention around. She was more than happy to let him lead her out. During the walk back to Ana, Sam realized she needed to get what she’d come to do done and get the hell out of here. The sooner the better.

If she’d learned anything being in the military, it was to adapt and overcome. She needed a plan of action. If she couldn’t roam the compound searching for their target, whoever was corresponding with known terrorist cells, she’d find another way. Even if she had to listen to every bit of gossip about the residents and employees at the compound. Even if she had to let that vile man put his hands on her, she would for the mission.

The guard left her at the end of the private hallway, once again outside the door to the room that she hated to call the harem. The camera aimed at the door told her there was no way she could go wandering around even if she were alone. Shaking, Sam knocked on the door, and it was once again opened.

“What did he say?” Ana was there immediately, demanding a report.

“I should eat more.”

One sharp brow cocked up. “Just as I said.” Ana’s lips formed a thin, hard line. “First the American guest turns away my best girl in favor of a slip of a boy who now talks of nothing but the computer games he played with him. And now, they send me a girl built like a boy.”

“Wait. An American? Is here?”

“Yes. He arrived yesterday. He sent Jasmine away, so I gave him Rashid.”

“Maybe I should be sent to the American man tonight.” Her pulse pounded.

Sam needed to discover the identity of this American man and his purpose for being here. No matter what. Besides, she should be safe enough going to investigate if he liked boys. She could get a look at him, try to gather some intel and get out of there. No problem.

Ana narrowed her gaze. “What good would that do? I told you, he rejected Jasmine.”

“Yes, but as you’ve said, my body is closer to that of a boy than Jasmine’s.” Finally, Sam’s inadequately thin, flat-chested body was good for something in this harem.

Ana smiled. “Good. Bring him his dinner and remain as long as he wishes.” She opened the door and a guard appeared. “Take her to the kitchen and then to the American in the Palm Suite.”

Chapter Five

Matt’s second day on loan at least felt more productive than the first had. He was able to troubleshoot the guidance system and figure out why it still wasn’t operating correctly even after the reinstall.

Once he’d figured out there was something in the program that wasn’t compatible with another system they were using, he could work to correct the issue. In Matt’s defense, he had developed this technology for US government use, not to be able to work with this other system the foreign military employed. But this technology was his baby, so Matt worked his ass off to fix it and save face—his own, as well as his government’s.

It was evening by the time he crawled back to his room. After the long, taxing day, he hoped he wouldn’t have more gifts from his absent host to contend with. He’d be very happy with nothing more than a hot shower and bed. Maybe dinner too, if it happened to show up at his door and didn’t come with a sex slave attached.

The shower would come first. The muscles in his back and neck ached, and the short time he’d been out in the heat had drenched his shirt in sweat. Matt stripped down as the water ran in the shower stall large enough to bathe an elephant.

He chose to shower and not take a bath in the separate tub. That would take forever to fill and be a huge waste of water just for him alone. It sat on a raised platform that overlooked the gardens and was so big he could entertain an entire harem in it. That he’d allowed that thought to cross his mind
and
it appealed to him proved the extent of his exhaustion. Or maybe just how sexually deprived he was.

Dammit. He’d been jealous of all the guys on his team as they’d hooked up and got girlfriends because they were all getting steady sex. Everyone but him, it seemed. And now, when he’d been handed the opportunity to have not only sex, but crazy harem-girl sex, what did he do? He kicked her out of his room and had gone out of his way to convince his host he was gay. All to assure they didn’t send him any more women.

Pissed at himself, Matt ducked his head under the hot shower spray and let the water pound on the back of his neck. Maybe one day he’d stop getting in his own damn way and just enjoy his good fortune.

Eyes closed, his mind began to drift to the night before. Not to Rashid learning how to play his first video game, but to before that, when Jasmine had him clasped in her warm, oil-covered hand…right before he told her to stop.

He was definitely the stupidest genius he knew.

The sound of the bathroom door opening had Matt tensing. Who the hell would it be this time? Rashid with his dinner, maybe? Though that wouldn’t require a visit to him in the shower. Both the video games the kid had enjoyed so much and the table where Matt ate were out in the other room.

Matt turned his head to peer through the thick steam. The shower stall was so large it didn’t have a curtain or doors. The water simply couldn’t reach far enough to splatter the rest of the massive bathroom. Even with the distance and the swirling steam, he could make out that his visitor wasn’t Rashid. Nope, she was definitely a female, and as she moved closer, he got an even better look at her. All of her, because this outfit revealed possibly more than Jasmine’s had.

Meanwhile, Matt was well aware that he was completely exposed to her, his fantasy induced hard-on and all.

This woman was leaner than Jasmine, and she had blonde hair and a piercing blue gaze that dropped to take all of him in. Those eyes crinkled in the corners when she smiled. His breath caught in his throat as she came toward him, stripping what masqueraded as her clothing as she approached. She was nude and oh so tempting.

She stepped into the stall and pressed her very naked front to his back as he faced the spray. She wrapped her arms around him from behind. Matt was tall, but so was she. The length of her body pressed against his. He braced against the wall with both hands as, much more forward than Jasmine had been, this woman pinched one of his nipples while her other hand strayed down his abdomen.

Somewhere in his muddled mind, he realized he was going to let this happen. He held on to his last shred of decency and said, “You don’t have to do this.”

“Shh. I want to.” Her voice came soft and sultry from somewhere just behind his ear.

Strange that she had no hint of an accent, as strange as her fair coloring compared to that of Jasmine and Rashid. When she wrapped her hand around his erection those questions fled from his mind.

She brushed her lips against the side of this throat before she latched her teeth onto his earlobe. Matt let out a groan. “You need to stop.”

Her hand on him paused just long enough for her to ask, “Why? Don’t you find me attractive?”

“I find you incredibly attractive. I think that’s pretty obvious. But you still need to stop.”

She tightened her grip around him. “Why?”

“Because it’s not right. You’re doing this because you’ve been told to.” Inside him, the devil and the angel warred. Matt wasn’t quite sure which had won. He’d told her to stop, but he’d also let her hand remain, slowly stroking up and down his hard length.

“A man with morals.” She slid the tip of one finger along the slit in the top of his cock. She dragged in a ragged breath. “Matt Coleman, I think I like you even more than I did before.”