Free ALICE: SLAVE’S FINAL REVENGE by Aphrodite Hunt Page B

raise my hands. I am wrapped in a Burberry trench coat because of the cold.
    “ I’m Alice Devlin,” I say quickly. “I called you.”
    The man does not say anything for a while. He sizes me up.
    “ Why did you come here?” he finally says.
    “ I tried to tell you. I have a business proposition for you.”
    “ And why should I listen to you? Your father is no gentleman. He tried to put a run on my company.”
    So that’s why I didn’t see Christopher McArthur at Max and Gina’s wedding.
    “ I’m not on my father’s side,” I say. I stare at the gun. “Would you mind putting that thing away? You’re making me nervous and I have a full bladder from the ride. You don’t want me to have an accident on your ancient floor and tarnish some ancestral clan memory, do you?”
    The side of his mouth twitches. He’s not a bad-looking man, actually. He must have been quite a strapping lad in his youth. He certainly is very tall. Well over six feet.
    He puts down the gun.
    “ Please, just hear me out,” I say.
    “ OK, you have one minute to talk, lassie.”
    I quickly outline my plan, filled with clauses and takeover jargon. He listens.
    At the end of it, I say, “Well, what do you think?”
    I think I must have taken well over a minute.
    Christopher McArthur throws back his head and guffaws. “That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard.”
    “ It’s not absurd. You know it’s perfectly legal. And Lord Gabriel and I have created just the perfect entity for that. We want you to join with us.”
    “ And how did you get your hooks into Lord Gabriel now?” Christopher narrows his eyes shrewdly. “I hear he has quite the sexual appetite. There’s been talk of a unique human ‘farm’.”
    I blush. I’m not one to blush easily, but the memories of that farm come rushing back, unbidden.
    Christopher catches this.
    “ Oh, so you are acquainted with that farm. What role did you have to play in it, tell me?”
    Now I’m embarrassed. Here I am, trying to reinvent myself as a corporate raider (albeit with a lot of help), and I want to appear as a tough woman. A woman to be reckoned with in the boardroom. A woman with a high I.Q. and remarkable business wiles. I certainly don’t want to be reminded of my role as a human milk cow in the hierarchy of the farm.
    “ I want the truth,” Christopher demands. “Your father has not been truthful in many of his dealings with me. How are you, a Devlin, any different?”
    I suck in a deep breath.
    “ You are right,” I say. “To show you how sincere I am about doing this, I will tell you the truth.”
    Briefly, I outline my time as a milk cow on Gabriel Wolfe’s sex farm. Christopher asks me some intimate questions (“How roughly did they squeeze your tits?” “Did they fuck you while they were milking you?”, and I hold nothing back.
    Finally, when I have finished, he says, pertinently, “Did you like what was being done to you, lassie?”
    His bushy eyebrows are raised and his eyes are cornflower blue and very sharp.
    I don’t think it’s in my best interest to lie.
    I say, “Yes.”
    And I gaze steadfastly into his blue eyes to show him my honesty.
    The smile on Christopher’s face is cunning.
    “ How far are you willing to go, lassie, to gain my support?”
    This is it. I can feel the net closing in. His and mine. But my justification is concrete. My father has punished me, and I have taken my punishment in my stride. I have even enjoyed it.
    I say, “Anything.”
    Outside, the clop clop clop of a horse’s hooves arrests our attention.
    “ Hey, Dad,” calls a male voice.
    A very tall, very blond young man comes to the door. He is also wearing a kilt and a simple white shirt for a top. He stops short as soon as he sees me.
    He smiles.
    He does not take his eyes off me as he says, “I was going to tell you, Dad, that we have a visitor. I could see the car from the hills. But I see you’ve already met her.”
    He is a very handsome youth. Quite the