“What are your thinking about?” he asked. “I have been calling you for the past mingie.”
“I am so sorry.” I scrambled to my feet. “I guess I did not hear you. What did you say?”
“Come on.” He gestured for me to follow. “It is time for us to get ready. Something big is about to happen. Something really fun.”
I nodded and followed him quietly, my heart picking up speed, because I had learned that when Emerson called something fun, it was usually anything but.
He drove us to a different building, still painted white, this one busier than the others, with girls coming and going in clusters, their laughter echoing across the courtyard. He pointed to a door. “Go in there. Someone will help you get dressed.”
“What is the occasion?” I asked.
“No questions.” His voice was flat. “Just go and get dressed.”
I nodded and walked toward the room, and when I pushed the door open, I found a dressing room full of girls in various states of undress. They were all wearing the same kind of thing, or rather not wearing anything that could be called clothes. Tiny ropes and straps, their breasts exposed, every part of their bodies on display, the ropes there only to keep their body parts in place. A woman with a warm smile welcomed me, sat me down in front of a mirror, and began to work on my hair, then my makeup, and in no time I looked flawless and beautiful, a picture of perfection.
But I could see it in my reflection, the marks. The hickeys, the bruises, the evidence of everything I had endured since morning.
“My turn to do what, exactly?” I asked.
She chuckled. “Why are you asking me a question when the answer is so obvious?” She pointed toward a door at the far end of the room. “Go toward that room.”
I wanted to ask her about the other girls, but I left it and walked toward the door, pushing it open.
Emerson was there, and he was not alone. The room looked like the one where he had taken me the first day, the BDSM room with the padded walls, but it was worse. The tools, the whips, the restraints, the cages, everything was bigger and darker, and I almost shuddered as I took it in.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic)
Agent Frost better teach Tasha how to protect herself if anything gets out of hand or if she’s ever in danger or forced again...
I need some good news for Tasha. Special Agent hear her out and don’t let her get back into that life. Do I hear a romance or someone Tasha can truly count on besides Scarlett??...
I hope Tasha is let off and helped by this detective and gets away from all this maybe a twist for this novel is she gets on the good side of things and gets away from that life completely even if she has to separate herself from Scarlett but it appears Tasha gets hurt by Scarlett’s and sparrow’s stupidity as she’s blamed for Scarlett’s decisions...
Her life is ruined and Scarlett’s been living a luxurious life through it all...
I officially hate everyone for hurting Tasha and allowing things to happen to her. This whole Sparrow and Scarlett situation is some BS....
It’s a bit stupid that as powerful and ruthless sparrow is he and Scarlett sure do a lousy job of protecting and having guard on Tasha. Like how did all of this happen to her if he was supposed to be protecting her based on the contract??...
More Chapters Please...
I thought it said 10 chapters a day??? It’s been like 2-3 days and no update after chapter 574. The release time is so inconsistent, I have started to just loose interest....
Just find Tasha and get her some help. How did she have sparrow’s men watching her if she really cared so much. Scarlett’s character is so suspect…...
Storyline is interesting it’s just so much sexual content I have to skip through just find out the main context of the story....