Chapter 29

RULE #28: WHEN HE TELLS YOU YOU'RE WORTH IT, BELIEVE IT.

Presh

I think I'm going to be sick.

This can't be happening. Somehow, I'm standing among a group of thirteen other women, all of them supermodel gorgeous and in their underwear — if you could call it that.

I'm doing this for Musa. I can't tell if he's telling me to do this because he needs me to or because he wants me to. Is he really going to let someone else win an hour with me, assuming anyone even bids?

Do I mean that little to him?

I can't stop wringing my hands when my gaze locks with the woman from the throne room. Madame Kink herself. With her long dark hair and a stare that could stop traffic, she walks over to me with a warm smile.

"Hello again."

"Hi," I stammer, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not on her chest, which is covered by very little. I've never felt more ridiculous for wearing clothes.

I straighten my spine and try to pretend I'm sexy and confident. Though I'm not sure it's working.

"You're not nervous, are you?"

"Nervous? No…"

Yeah, I'm definitely not selling it. She replies with a smile.

"Yes, I'm a little nervous," I continue. "This is not really normal for me."

"What's your name?" she asks.

"Presh — er, I mean Precious."

Grinning, she says, "I'm Nandi."

"Nice to meet you," I whisper, still wringing my hands.

"May I?" She touches the buttons of my blouse.

Looking into her kind eyes, I let out a deep breath and nod. There's something about her taking off my clothes that makes me feel a little more relaxed about them coming off in public in the first place.