A Player For A Princess: Dirty Players Duet #2 - Plot & Excerpts
The ache in my mouth has diminished, but my head feels like the top of my skull is breaking open. I’m pretty sure that blow to the temple did more than knock me unconscious. The bright light hurts my eyes, and I try to remember the signs of a concussion. When I try to sit up, my head spins and my hip throbs from where Blix ripped me over the side of the truck and then dropped me flat on the sand. “Bon bini,” a soft voice is at my side. Squinting, I see the dark eyes I remember from the open window before I blacked out again. Her skin is the color of mocha and her long, dark hair hangs stick-straight down her back. She looks Hispanic or some kind of Native American. I remember seeing a photo of the Anasazi once. She’s like that. “Where am I?” I say with my sandpaper voice, easing slowly into a sitting position. Her brow lines, and she stands, crossing the room to a small table where a bucket sits.
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