Enslaved by Shoshanna Evers Page A

you to kneel or some shit. Whatever, I’m not saying a word about it.”
    Elisabeth laughed, suddenly glad the halter-top dress Julian chose for her to wear showed her recent marks from Trevor’s belt. If she was going to walk into a den of tigers, she might as well show them she knew how to take a mauling.
    The elevator would get her to Trevor fastest, and her heels were an accident waiting to happen on the stairway so she took the elevator down to the den. She’d never been in this part of the house before, mainly because she didn’t want to go where she wasn’t invited. A man cave sounded like a place that wasn’t for girls, unlike, say, the Pink Room. Because all girls liked a room meant for a Cupcake Fairy.
    Breathe one two three, out two three four. Don’t get all jacked up right before seeing him and his friends. She wiped her sweaty palms on her halter dress.
    Trevor greeted her as the elevator opened, holding his hand out to her like the gentleman he was. He dropped a kiss on her cheek. “You look amazing.”
    “Julian’s good,” she said humbly.
    Roman and Marc stood when she entered. Roman was tall and intimidating-looking, even with that chocolate-brown hair that fell across his face.
    “Good evening, Elisabeth,” Roman said. All the joviality of the day they drove the cars down the ramp into the garage after Marc’s prank was gone. He was back to stern.
    “Hello, Roman, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” She tried to keep a smile on her face until she knew what they were going to spring on her, at least.
    Marc nodded. “How are you doing?”
    “Well, thank you, sir.” She liked the look of him too, with that shaved head and tattoos peeking out on his forearms where he’d rolled up his shirtsleeves. The men seemed different here, in the tiger den. Man cave. Whichever.
    They looked frightening.
    Trevor gestured that they should all sit down, and Elisabeth sat next to Trevor, as if to remind his friends that she belonged to him.
    Except she didn’t, did she? Not yet. But she certainly didn’t belong to those two.
    Roman looked right at her. “If you were my slave, you’d be sitting on the floor, not on the couch.”
    “But I’m not your slave,” she muttered.
    It was obvious Roman could hear her, since she hadn’t exactly meant for him not to hear it. Trevor gave her a warning look.
    “I’ll take her off your hands for a while,” Roman said. He walked over to her and put his finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his steely gaze. “That is, if you consent.”
    What?
    She shook her head. “Trevor and I are . . . dating.”
    “Trevor,” Roman corrected, “is loaning you to me to train you on his behalf. But only if you want to.”
    “No!” She jumped up, her heart pounding. “I want to stay with Trevor. We were just starting to work things out.”
    “No, we weren’t,” Trevor whispered. “We were going down the wrong path. I’m glad you want to stay with me, but if you do really want that, then you need to go train with Roman first.”
    The words no way almost slipped past her lips, but then she looked at Trevor and saw the emotion in his eyes, and the fear. The fear that she’d say no, probably, and that he’d have to kick her out himself. Roman looked stern, though. Like he wouldn’t put up with any of her bullshit.
    Maybe she did need a dose of that. If Trevor trusted him with her, then she’d have to trust him too.
    “Okay. I consent,” she said.
    “I consent, sir ,” Roman prompted. She could practically feel the testosterone in the room rising, and all that was left was her, and her new trainer, and her lover watching with a clenched jaw as he sat next to another man who had more money than God.
    These were three very powerful men. “Yes, sir,” she replied.
    “I’ll have your things sent over tomorrow morning,” Trevor said, rising.
    Oh my God, was he escorting her out? Now, so soon?
    “Please, Trevor, right now? Do I have to leave now?” She