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bottle of oil she’d left on the nightstand, he slid off the high bed. It was lonely on the moral high ground. Matt realized that as he, his bottle of oil and his hard-on headed for the bathroom.
    As his own oiled hand worked, Matt allowed himself the leeway of envisioning her incredible body beneath the barely there outfit. As torn as he was about the whole incident, his mind still turned to the feel of her hands on him. That did it. He was done for. Matt came hard and fast into his own gold toilet. It was one hell of a fucked-up experience all around.
    He’d just finished his own personal massage when there was a knock on the bathroom door. The sound made him jump. He’d have to remember that privacy here at the compound was just an illusion. He slipped on a robe and opened the door.
    Standing before him, head down, was a young, dark-haired boy. He looked to be about in his late teens. “Hi. Can I help you?”
    The boy bowed his head. “Jasmine sent me.”
    Who the hell was Jasmine? “Um. Okay. What did she send you to do?”
    The dinner dishes had been taken away already. Maybe this kid was supposed to turn down the bed and leave a chocolate on the pillow.
    “She said you would prefer me to service you, rather than her.”
    Matt felt the blood drain from his face. This place gave room service a whole new meaning. Shit. He should have just let Jasmine finish the job. Now what? He definitely wasn’t letting this kid…he couldn’t even finish the thought in his own head. Damn it. They should have covered this kind of cultural shit better in training. He’d rather eat monkey brains than have to dance around in this sexual minefield the whole time he was here.
    His head still down, the boy waited for Matt’s response.
    “How old are you?”
    “Nineteen.”
    At least he wasn’t a child. He only looked like one. Another thought flitted across Matt’s brain that nearly made him ill. He hoped to God that if this boy was being sent to service men, that he at least preferred men. To be prostituted was bad enough, but to be forced to do something against his very nature, that was inhuman.
    Matt had to find out. If this place was a center for some sort of sex-slave trade, he could do something about it.
    Yeah, sure. His exposing the leader of Dubai as running a sex ring wouldn’t disturb international relations too much.
    “Sit down.” Matt indicated a chair across the room.
    The boy turned, walked to the chair, sat and waited. Another horrible notion crossed Matt’s mind. What if the boy assumed he’d been asked to sit so his mouth would be crotch level with a standing man?
    As fast as he could, Matt sat himself in a chair far across the room. The boy’s gaze rose and an expression of confusion settled on his face.
    “You wish to ask me something.” It was more statement than question. Luckily, the boy spoke first. Matt was having trouble finding words.
    “Do they…force you to do this? Make you come to me, to others, against your will.”
    He smiled at Matt. “You think I am being forced?”
    “Yes.” Matt nodded. “You’re not?”
    “No, not at all. It is seen as a great honor to service a guest of the royal family. When Jasmine told me of her dilemma, I offered to come.” He lowered his head. “If I don’t please you, I can send one of the others.”
    Ah, shit. There were more of them? Matt tried not to think about how boys and girls from all over the complex were lining up somewhere to service him. And how every one he turned away would see it as a rejection, worthy of shame. Jeez. This was too much responsibility. Maybe the tech guy he’d worked with today had a room for him to stay in. Hell, he’d sleep with the computers if he had to.
    He’d consider that tomorrow. Tonight, there was an ever-worsening situation to repair. “What’s your name?”
    “Rashid.”
    “Rashid, can I tell you a secret, just between us men?”
    The boy nodded.
    “I don’t um, lie with men. I prefer women.”