Page 70 of Wallflower

I nod sullenly. I know what he means. This place is hurting her. This fucking situation we were sold into by the one’s who are supposed to care for us, protect us.

“Are you done? I have to change the sheets.”

Nodding again, he passes me the outfit he’s chosen.

Karson starts to strip the bed, tossing the old sheets and blanket to the floor.

“Karson?”

“Hmm,” he grumbles.

“Is there anything else I can wear?”

He huffs, clearly annoyed with me today. Maybe because I’m keeping him from my sister. “Like what?”

“I don’t know… Something that doesn’t make me choose between my ass or my tits popping out?”

He turns to me, abandoning his struggle with the fitted sheet that keeps slipping off the mattress corner. “What would you like?”

“Something normal? Shorts and a t-shirt?”

“You realize where you are, right?”

“Mhmm…”

“If you wanted a maid outfit, school teacher, cheerleader, I could find it. But regular everyday clothes? I don’t think so. I can ask Mr. Smythe if he’d allow me to get you some? Or bring it up to Mr. Morgan when he gets here. You’re his doll to play dress-up with.”

“Fuck you,” I spit.

“I’m just telling it like it is, Rose. No need to bite my head off.”

“Well, stop. I’m well aware of where I’m forced to be.”

“Look, if you make this fucking bed, I’ll get you new clothes.”

That was easy enough. “Okay,” I reply, stuffing down my laugh. The sheet is twisted the wrong way, which is causing his problem. It’s an easy agreement to make in order to get something more comfortable and with more coverage.

“What should I look for?”

A grin pulls at my lips. I know exactly what to wear to have Mr. Morgan putty in my hands.

“Everything ready for tonight?” Maximus asks, chestnut coloured loafers scuffing across the marble floor to the staircase.

I nod. “Should be smooth sailing. I’ve secured a window, so make sure your guys are there at 2 am on the dot.”

“Not a problem,” Maximus says, leading me up the stairs to Rose’s room. There’s no sign of Reid, and I hope his loose lips didn’t get him in trouble. Perhaps I’ll see him later, and we can touch base outside like last time. Hopefully, since he’s had time to stew in his words, he’ll divulge a little more intel.

Stopping at Rose’s door, Maximus speaks as the electronic lock disengages. “Enjoy your evening, Mr. Morgan. It seems your toy has something special planned for you.”

I know he can see the excitement light up my eyes as it thrums through my body.

What the fuck did she do?

“Thank you, we’ll connect later.”

He nods, smirking as he turns. His light beige linen suited form heading back the way we came.

With far too much eagerness, I fling the fucking door open.