Bound (Forbidden Series - Book 1) by Melody Anne Read Free Book Online

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                  A large black SUV was parked behind the building. The driver’s door opened and a man with an expressionless face stepped out, moved to the back, and opened the door for her without saying a word. With one final, confident glance at Ms. Beaumont, Jewell stepped up to the door and climbed inside onto the dark leather. When the door closed solidly, she felt as if it were sealing her into a plush coffin.
                  Surprised to find herself alone, she let out the breath she’d been unwittingly holding, and leaned back, tugging on the hem of her short skirt as the vehicle began on its journey. Never in her life had she worn such expensive clothing as now. It was all provided by Relinquish Control. The agency had an image of sophistication and class to maintain, and their escorts could go out only when looking their best.
                  Not that she’d be able to maintain the complete image when the next morning came around. Yes, they’d given her lessons in how to apply her makeup, but she’d always just thrown on a couple of layers of mascara and some lip gloss and called it good. The paint they’d applied to her face had been an ordeal, taking most of the time she’d been allotted to get ready. There was no way she could make herself up as beautifully as they had. She’d have needed the full two months of training and more to get up to speed.
                  It would be heaven to remove the pasty film of makeup, but then she’d have to apply the paint herself the next morning — or die trying. Ms. Beaumont had told her to not come from the bathroom until she was in full gear, makeup, sexy lingerie, jewelry. The props actually helped her. She looked at it like she was an actress and this was a role she was playing. So she would do her best to think herself into character and try to be the woman he wanted. It was all just so damn overwhelming.
                  At the end of the week, the director would yell cut, and then she’d be back to the escort agency, ready to audition for another script. Yes, she could do this, and she would give it her all. Making zero mistakes was the only way to survive until the custody hearing.
                  The SUV pulled away from Relinquish Control. As much as she loathed all this, she had to do what she was doing — this was no sign of weakness or moral frailty, no real reflection on her character, she told herself several times.
                  They hadn’t driven far when the vehicle stopped. Jewell just sat there. Should she open the door or wait? As obedience had been drilled into her head for the past week, she chose to wait. If she was supposed to get out, the driver would come around and open the door.
                  When he did just that and held out his hand to her, she took it without hesitation and climbed from the SUV.
                  “Mr. Knight is waiting,” he said, and pointed behind them.
                  The man who’d come into her alcove earlier was leaning against a small dark sports car. His sunglasses prevented her from seeing his eyes this time, and she was grateful for that. When he’d held her eyes captive less than two hours earlier, the sensations surging through her had left her stunned.
                  She recalled how he had caressed her face, and how she hadn’t been able to breathe. It would be difficult to maintain composure around this man, but she’d do it. She had no other choice. It was either that or lose her brother to a system that far too often didn’t treat children well.
                  Having mustered all the confidence she could, Jewell began to saunter toward Blake Knight. Her body language made it seem that she had homed in on him completely and that nothing else in the world mattered, though she was very aware of the door closing behind her, then the SUV