Chapter 6

The caress of Mendoza’s thick fingers on Ren’s bare arm nearly made him nauseous. He dared not reveal any hint of this since he certainly looked and tried to play the part of a high-priced harlot. Such a person would not react to anyone’s touch with revulsion. Although he had muscle, he was lean rather than bulky and could easily pass for an athletic woman. By heritage or chance, his skin was smooth and nearly hairless. The drug kingpin apparently still thought him to be female, or else did not care. The heavy man’s hand felt greasy and damp as it slipped slowly from Ren’s upper arm to his wrist and back.

Mendoza smelled of sweat, garlic, and tequila, with a trace of the drug’s spicy-sweet odor. The combination did not entice. Ren wanted to draw away, but he knew he had to play along, at least to a point. He smiled back and fluttered his artificial lashes in a coy manner, while he murmured a vague sound that could have been an agreement.