Enticed By The Corsair (Corsairs, #3)

by Ruby Dixon

“He's missing out, then. That's half the fun.” More crude laughter. I feel like I'm choking. Like there's not enough air in the ship. Heck, in the entire universe. They haven't said a name. I need to hear a name before I completely freak out. I don't remember the lord's name exactly, but I'd know it if I heard it. Besides, how many lords are there out in the universe looking to buy virgins? But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm hearing things that aren't necessarily true, that it's all in my head and I'm just piecing things together from my past experience. They might not even be talking about humans. “Does he have a preference?” “A preference for what?” “They come in different colors. Brown, pale pink, or that ugly pasty shade that looks like they lived in a cave all their lives. And the hair—yellow hair? Orange hair? Black hair? No hair?” “Mmm, what do you got?” A laugh barks through the line, and I jump in my seat at how loud and rough it is. “Friend, I can make whatever he wants happen. If he likes them with yellow hair, they'll have yellow hair.” The other laughs. “Just as long as they're docile.” “Oh, they'll be docile by the time they get to him, never fear.” Goosebumps prickle up and down my arms. I feel sick. They still haven't mentioned a name and I'm growing more anxious by the moment, because I need to hear it. I don't know what I'll do if I confirm it, but I have to find out the answer for my own peace of mind. The first one grunts. “Give me a few days to arrange thi...