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thing. I don’t have anywhere to go.” Milan was frantic. “Please tell me what’s going on. Whatever Mr. Brockington wants me to do, I’ll do it. Now, what’s the deal with this soothing thing? What’s he want—a back rub or something?” Milan tried to sound calm but she was quite distraught. Using her precious hands to soothe anyone other than herself went completely against her grain. But she was desperate. She needed this plush hiding place, she needed the extra money, and dammit, she’d just have to get over herself and give the sickly old fart a freakin’ rubdown.
    Elise motioned Milan toward a rose-colored antique sofa. Feeling as if she were about to sit upon a delicate museum piece, Milan lowered herself gingerly. Elise, however, flopped down on the dainty sofa and quickly explained the manner in which she soothed Noah Brockington.

chapter nine
    W hen Elise finished giving the disturbing details, Milan could only stare into space with her mouth hanging open. She didn’t shut her mouth until Elise passed her a wad of money so thick, Milan couldn’t close her hand completely around it. “That’s your cash bonus for coming on board as Mr. Brockington’s companion,” Elise said pleasantly.
    “How much?” she asked tonelessly, playing it cool—pretending that the feel of the money didn’t give her an adrenaline rush.
    “Three thousand. Count it, if you don’t believe me.”
    Milan’s hand tingled. The delightful feel and smell of paper currency reminded her of how she loved everything about money. That was another trait her mother attributed to her infamous sperm donor father.
    “Mr. Brockington’s gonna pay you two hundred and fifty dollars a week.”
    Milan almost choked. “Two hundred and fifty dollars! To live here full time?” Milan asked, astonished.
    “Well, there’s room and board included and use of the facilities.”
    “I understand, and I appreciate having access to the amenities, but two hundred and fifty dollars hardly seems fair for…”
    “Listen, Milan,” Elise said patiently. “Mr. Brockington is very generous. Like I said, he’s lonely…and he loves to play harmless little games.”
    Milan raised her brow. “Games?”
    “Sex games,” Elise said, nonchalantly. “Nothing major. Besides, you’ll get a surprise bonus every couple of weeks.”
    “Elise, what kind of sex games?” Milan asked in a strident tone. “I can’t rely on surprise bonuses; I need to know what other freaky pleasures this pervert has in mind and I need to know exactly how much he’s going to pay me. I’m in a hell of a financial jam, you know.”
    Elise nodded.
    “I have a twenty-seven-thousand-dollar debt to pay and Mr. Brockington could keel over and die before I can save enough money.”
    “Just play his little games and you’ll have that money in no time, Milan.”
    Milan curled her lips doubtfully.
    “Do you think I’d get you involved in something like this if I didn’t know it was a sure thing? I know the tight spot you’re in right now; that’s why I’m trying to help you. Like I told you, I’ve only been working for him for a few months, why do you think I’m leaving?”
    “Because you’re tired of him and that revolting soothing thing you do for him. God only knows what other sick games he’s into.”
    “The games aren’t that bad, all you have to…”
    “Don’t even tell me,” Milan interrupted, holding up her hand. “I’ve heard enough for one day.”
    “I know it sounds weird. And I agree, he’s one strange bird, but I would stay here and stick it out if I wasn’t already set for life.”
    “Set for life? Are you serious?”
    “Do I look like a fool? As long as I don’t try to live above my means, I have enough money to live off for the rest of my life. I don’t have to worry about holding down nobody’s job ever again.” Elise gave a satisfied smile. “Mr. Brockington is a very generous man, Milan. And if you soothe him the way he likes it, you