Chapter 2 - Dharak - Bad News
Dharak Mereid scowled in irritation when the knock came on the door. The delectable morsel in front of him seemed to anticipate what would turn him on without him having to tell her, and she was creative, too. He had been told she could read the thoughts of her clients, and he was glad he had paid the extra 1000 gold for her. He was wanting her more than he'd wanted any of the girls at the club in a while.
Tearing his thoughts away from what his body wanted - and it was almost in a fever pitch with wanting it - he considered that when a member of the club was with one of the girls, the general rule was that the two should be left alone until whatever business or pleasure was concluded. If a message had come for him and it were believed to be ordinary, it would be given to him as he exited past the front desk. The fact that someone was knocking on his door at this moment must therefore mean the message was urgent. And an urgent message usually meant Gindo had encountered some kind of snag that couldn't wait until morning to resolve and needed a decision from him.
Blast the man's incompetence! thought Dharak. I get urgent messages from him at least once every two weeks. Can't he be decisive about anything? The fact that Dharak had himself told Gindo that if in doubt about what to do, he should send an urgent message to Dharak rather than make a decision himself and that Gindo was simply following the orders he had been given never crossed Dharak's mind.
While Dharak tore open the envelope and began reading the contents, the girl wrapped her arms around him from the rear and rubbed herself along his back, clearly hoping to still keep him interested without distracting him too much from the message.
For several seconds, he contemplated not reading the message at all and just sending Gindo a reply with the words Deal with it! so he could return to the girl and her delightfully saucy naughtiness, but the instincts that had made him one of the most successful magic merchants in Sihr were telling him that he really ought to read the message first.
By the time he got halfway through the message, he was no longer aware of the girl. By the time he got to the end of it, he was no longer turned on. Only one word raced through his mind, and that was No!
Rapidly reaching for his clothes and pulling them on, Dharak Mereid ran out the door from the girl and then out of his club into the night.
