King of Slaves (Jenna's Story) (The Slave Series Book 5) by Elin Peer Page B

our nightlife.”
    After a few quick directions from Zurry, the men went on their way, and he turned to Jenna. “Come with me.”
    “Wait. Not until you tell me where we’re going. I don’t trust you.”
    Zurry kept walking at a slow pace. “Relax. I’m going to introduce you to some of the women living here at the palace. It’s a safe way for you to meet locals, and the women are all from the Spirimian elite, meaning they are well educated and speak English.”
    “All right, I suppose that could be fun,” Jenna said to his back and followed him. “Lead the way.”
    They didn’t talk until they entered the elevator and he pushed for number five, the top floor.
    Jenna couldn’t stop thinking about him touching her vibrator, and found it embarrassing. She shot side glances to see if he was looking at her funny, but he just stood there, rigid and stern. 
    Zurry wasn’t like the typical kind of man she would meet in her Chicago circles of colleagues, clients, or friends. First of all, he looked like a large marine with his short hair, impressive physique, and straight composure. Secondly, he seemed to be the biggest brooding introvert she had ever met. On a theoretical level, it was a real possibility that Zurry possessed both charm and humor, but if so, he evidently didn’t feel the need to waste it on her.
    “Could you tell me about the women you are introducing me to?” she asked to make polite conversation and fill out the awkward silence.
    “They’re nice. I’m sure you’ll like them.”
    Before Jenna got a chance to ask for more details, the elevator stopped and he walked out at a quick pace, leading her down the hallway and into a large living room, where a huge flat screen on the wall was playing a movie. Jenna smiled when she recognized Reese Witherspoon in Sweet Home Alabama .
    “Ladies,” Zurry called out and four heads popped up from the wide couch in front of the TV.
    “Let me introduce you to our American friend, Jenna Davis, who you’ve all heard of.”
    Jenna smiled and waved her hand “hello.”
    All four girls eagerly got up to meet her and one took her hand and pulled her over to the couch.
    “We’ve been asking to meet you. It’s so nice to finally get to know you,” one of them excitedly said with a charming accent and introduced herself as Mona before she pointed to the others.
    “This is Hannah and Monique.” They smiled back at Jenna.
    “And that girl over there is Uras.”
    Jenna turned to see a gorgeous girl with long olive-brown legs standing close to Zurry with a puppy-love expression on her face.
    “I’ll leave you to entertain Ms. Davis tonight, as all her colleagues have gone clubbing.” Zurry received a unanimous “yes, Coun” from the four girls, who all looked to be in their teen years.
    Jenna noticed how they all lowered their eyes instead of looking directly at him.
    “Thank you,” she said, giving him a small smile before he turned and left them.
    “Uhhh… I wish we could go clubbing too,” the one called Hannah said with a pout.
    Jenna was impressed that they all spoke English, and taken aback by their warm welcome.
    “I’m sorry, but you all seem to know who I am, and I’m afraid I haven’t heard about you until now. Are you related to the king?”
    They laughed. “Everyone has heard about you with all the drama in the newspapers,” Hannah said, and tossed her long dark hair.
    “And no, we’re not related to the king…” Uras answered and wrinkled her nose. “Luckily.”
    Jenna smiled and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “So you don’t like him either?”
    A louder laugh broke out among the young women. “Are you saying that you don’t like His Majesty?” Mona grinned.
    Jenna looked back to make sure Zurry had really left the room before she answered. “Are you kidding me? The man has been nothing but a pain in the ass.”
    Two of the girls giggled.
    “No, she’s right.” Uras was looking at Mona. “He’s been