Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free PDF Page B

regret that he hadn’t asked for her phone number, e-mail address, or even her last name. He cast a critical eye over his torso, making sure it was oiled evenly. He looked at himself through jaded eyes, knowing that oral sex was as close as he’d get to a sweet stranger like Prue.
    Cyrus came out of his reverie as a knock sounded on the dressing room door. He didn’t bother glancing over at the door as he shrugged into a muscle shirt first, then his hoodie.
    “Cy, they’re ready for you.” The muffled call came from the hallway outside the room. Cyrus was clear about not wanting to be disturbed before a show.
    He took a last look at himself. His reflection mocked him. He stared at himself, knowing it was for the best that he hadn’t tried to find a way to contact Prue. After all, what could he have offered her?
     
    * * * *
     
    Prue tried hard not to let her eyes bug out of her head as she got her first look at Cuero . A massive Spanish revival building on the outskirts of a small town, the place looked more like a grand estate from the time of Santana than a sex club.
    The white walls of the exterior were perfectly suited to the landscape, with cacti flanking the building. An inner courtyard revealed a hedonistic space that Prue was dying to explore, with fountains, furniture, and aromatic gardens of lavender and rosemary that perfumed the air. Bees buzzed lazily from flower to flower, and Prue could see several alcoves peeking out from behind curtains of fragrant jasmine.
    She’d stopped drooling over the space long enough to approach the heavy front door, pressing the button of the doorbell and turning to take in the lovely sights and smells once more.
    Reluctantly, Prue turned her attention back to the doorway as it swung slowly inward, revealing a tall Hispanic man wearing linen trousers and a crew necked T-shirt. His eyes warmed as he took in Prue’s figure.
    “How may I help you, Señorita?”
    Prue tried not to stare at the man. He really was incredibly handsome. “Hi. My name is Prue Carter. I’m the…uh…” Prue didn’t really know what to say. Dance instructor? Floor show? Sub-in-training?
    The man’s eyes warmed further as his handsome face split in a wide grin. “Ah yes, you’re the young lady who’s going to be teaching our subbies how to shake their booties, no?”
    Prue laughed. “Something like that, yes.”
    The man frowned. “You weren’t expected until tomorrow, Miss Carter. I was going to pick you up myself from the airport in Santa Fe.”
    Prue blushed. “I know, but I decided to come early. I wasn’t teaching any dance classes today in Boston, and I figured I could use an extra day to adjust to the time difference once I arrived.” She smiled winningly at the man. “My booty doesn’t shake well if it’s sleepy.”
    The man laughed, a happy sound that had Prue grinning back at him. “Well then, how can I fault you? My name is Cruz. Let me take your things and I’ll introduce you to Lulu, our front of house.”
    Prue tried not to ogle the man as he reached for her suitcases. If half the men at this place were as good looking as Cruz, Prue thought she might have it made. She just hoped he wasn’t involved with the human trafficking rumored to happen here.
    “Please, follow me.” And with that, Cruz led her into Cuero , closing the heavy door behind her and leading her deeper into the building.
    Cruz led Prue through a series of seemingly endless hallways before they reached her room. On the way they passed such a perfect combination of modern art and glasswork balanced with the original structure that Prue found herself utterly charmed. She looked around, hoping that the rumors of human trafficking were just that, rumors.
    Her room was comfortably furnished with a sitting area as well as a small private patio, but the focal point was a big four-poster bed made of rustic beams. When Prue looked closely she could see iron rings on each post that appeared decorative, but