The Devil’s Pawn

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To Georgia, thank you for being my very first fan and taking a gamble on this story. LSB has been a joy to work with. What an awesome experience.

The dark-eyed man looks me over slowly from top to toe. I’m too terrified to look at him, but as he finishes his tour of my naked body, I can feel his eyes penetrating mine. His gaze is unrelenting, and as the other two men who just entered the room with him look me over and then ignore me, he continues to keep his eyes trained on me. My own, however, are glued to his shoulder, where I can see him watching me, but safely avoid the hatred that seethes from his face.

Mr. Grayson, the man who brought me to this interview room ten minutes ago before ordering me to strip, then follows the three men in and closes the door behind them. He finally asks me to sit. I turn to find my seat, and my head moves back around to the waiting group as I lower myself to the chair. I make the mistake of meeting the dark-eyed man’s gaze. As my eyes lock on his, it is the last semblance of control I have over them for the entirety of our meeting. I’m caught in his view, unable to look away but not wanting to hold his eyes. He’s terrifyingly beautiful, but harsh. His eyes are dark and piercing. His expression is hateful. He does not like me, and he is making it well understood he is no friend of mine.

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