Enslaved by Shoshanna Evers

how could you spend all that money on a stupid car that never even sees the light of day?”
    Trevor nodded. “I completely agree. Do some research for me, and tell me how you’d like to give two million to charity, and we’ll do it.”
    “Just like that. You’ll just give me two million to give to charity, no argument.” Elisabeth eyed him warily, waiting for the catch. What was with these guys?
    Roman shut off the camera. “Trevor would never tell you how much we give to charity every year because he’s too modest, but I will. It’s a fuck load more than a paltry two million.”
    “So I can really have two million dollars for charity? Two million American dollars?”
    Trevor laughed. “Only if you help me drive these things back into my garage without crashing them.”
    “I don’t actually have a driver’s license, sir.”
    “Oh. Well. We’ll leave it to the boys while we sit back and drink some beers and watch, how about that?”
    “Okay. I’m going to be thinking about charities though, okay?” She wasn’t going to let that go. She knew there were women, like her mother, who desperately needed help getting clean and on their feet again. There were kids, like she had been, who went without groceries because their moms spent the welfare check on crack.
    “Elisabeth, you’ve got a good heart. If you can find charities that are nonprofit and tax-deductible, my CPA would appreciate it, but if not we can form one.”
    Wow.
    True to his word, Trevor got on his cell phone and had two lawn chairs and a six-pack brought out so they could sit back and watch Marc and Roman race down the ramp in Trevor’s cars.
    “This is what you do for fun,” she mused.
    “Well, we can’t always be in the bedroom, now can we?” He leaned in as if to kiss her, but he stopped himself. “Sorry. I keep forgetting.”
    Kiss me , she thought. Just do it. But she didn’t say it, and he didn’t do it.

    T rue to Trevor’s word, that blue cell phone rang often, and so she was careful to obey Rule Number Two, keeping it charged and on her person at all times so she could answer immediately. It made Rule Number One, respect and obey him while she was his “house guest,” easier for her to do when she carried the marks and bruises from their games.
    “What’s this?” she asked, when Trevor handed her a stack of papers.
    “You asked for my labs from my doctor. See? I’m officially pronounced healthy and free of STDs.”
    “Thank you for doing that for me,” she said. “I’m honored.”
    “I can never tell when you’re being sarcastic or not.”
    She laughed. “I’m serious. I’m honored that you took the time to do something that was important to me, for my health. I appreciate it.”
    “And I appreciate the opportunity to feel you without a layer of latex coming between us.”

    O ne day after an incredible afternoon of fucking, Julian playfully kicked Trevor out so he could have a chance to “doll up Miss Thang for dinner.”
    Elisabeth got out of bed naked, but Julian didn’t bat an eye, not at her nakedness or her bruises. Perhaps he’d seen it all before.
    Trevor gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. They’d graduated to that, at least. “Call me when you’re ready, nothing fancy. We’re just going to eat here.”
    Julian called to Trevor as he walked out the door. “Hon. Body makeup on those boo-boos?”
    Trevor smiled. “No. She wears them as a badge of honor. Let her keep her them if they make her happy.”
    The door shut behind him and she stood in front of Julian. “I shaved my gorilla legs,” she offered.
    “I’m not sayin’ a thing. Not a thing . Here, put this on before I throw up my cocktail from looking at all them bruises.” He handed her a simple black sheath dress and pink kitten heels.
    “More pink?” she muttered, but slipped them on. “And that was saying something, by the way. Just so you know.”
    “Girl, you beautiful, you know that. But I also know that Trevor’s got a