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“Maybe not now. Maybe later.”


“What?” I frowned. “Give me my phone back.” I grabbed his hand and tried to remove my phone from his grip. My heart was beating erratically and I could feel my face growing cold.


“Sorry.” He shrugged.


“Give it back.” I squeezed his hand as hard as I could.


“What are you doing, Evie?” Grant walked into the room and stared at us, his expression blank.


“Tyler took my phone and I want it back.”


“You took her phone?” He stared at Tyler for a second.


“Wasn’t that your order, Sir?” Tyler responded quietly and I saw Grant’s eyes narrowing before he looked back at me.


“Come with me, Evie.” He held his hand out. “Let’s go and talk.”


“Talk about what? I want my phone.”


“Don’t you want to—”


“I don’t want anything, but my phone.” I pulled away from him.


“What’s going on with you?” He frowned, his blue eyes eyeing me warily.


“I want to go home now.”


“I told you, that’s not a possibility right now.”


“Why not?”


“Let her go, Grant.” Tyler’s voice was soft as he spoke up. “Just let her go.”


“No.” Grant shook her head. “I’m, I mean, we’re not done.”


“Done with what?” I swallowed hard.


“Stop asking questions.” Grant turned away. “Take her to the room, Tyler. Let her sit there and think for a while.” He looked at me for a second and then left the room again. I stood there feeling scared and annoyed at myself. Why hadn’t I tried to find an escape when they had both left the room.


“What room?” I shouted nervously and looked at Tyler’s blank face. “What room is he talking about?”


“The playroom.” Tyler said his expression cool.


“What playroom?” I asked again, desperately wanting to be out of this situation. “Please just let me go home.”


“That won’t be possible.” Tyler shook his head. “Not right now.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the door.


“At least let me shower and put some clothes on first. Please.” I begged him and he paused. “Please. I don’t want to go into another room with just this cover on. I don’t want to be na**d underneath.”


“Fine.” He pulled me to the bathroom and opened the door. I walked in eagerly, hoping that I could climb out of the window and escape, but he followed behind me.


“What are you doing?” I froze as he locked the door.


“Letting you shower.”


“With you here?” I shook my head, my face red. “I can’t shower with you in the room with me.”


“It’s the only way you’re going to be able to shower.” He shrugged and leaned against the door. “It’s your choice.”


“Will you close your eyes?” I asked him softly, my body tense as I stared at him.


“Would you believe me if I said yes?” He grinned and reached forward and grabbed my bathrobe.


“What are you doing?”


“Helping you get ready for your bath.” He loosened the belt and paused as the robe fell open. His hand dropped and he stepped back and looked at me, my br**sts barely covered by the thin material. “You should shower quickly.” He turned away sounding mad at himself. “I’ll give you five minutes.”


“Five minutes to shower? What?” I blinked at him. “That’s not long enough.”


“Four minutes and fifty-five seconds left.” He looked at his watch.


“Whatever.” I reached in and turned the shower on and put my hand out to feel the temperature of the water. “Will you at least turn around please?” I sighed as I felt the water turning warmer. “Please?”


“Fine.” He rolled his eyes and turned around. I pulled the robe off quickly and entered the shower, letting the hot water cascade down my body. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t feel more panicked. I think it was because it hadn’t really hit me. The whole situation felt surreal. And if I was honest, a part of me felt safe when Tyler was around. I knew that Grant was his boss and he would follow Grant’s orders, but I was also pretty sure he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. He wouldn’t physically harm me. I wasn’t sure why I was so confident of that fact, but somehow, inherently I just knew.


“Why are you doing this?” I said as I reached for some shampoo and rubbed it through my hair quickly. My body was on high alert and I felt uncomfortable showering with him in the room, even though I knew he wasn’t facing me.


“Why am I doing this?” He repeated. “So you don’t try and escape through the window.”


“No, I mean, why won’t you just let me go. Why won’t Grant let me go?” I grabbed the body wash and started soaping my body up quickly, rubbing myself hard.


“What do you want me to say, Evie?” His voice was angry. “I’m just following orders. You should have thought about what you were doing when you got in the car with Grant last night. You should have thought twice before you went to a bachelors’ party to strip na**d for men. You should have thought twice before you decided to sleep with a strange man. Maybe you should have been asking questions before you made those decisions.”


“I know I was stupid.” I sighed. “But I was attracted to him and he was nice and it was just going to be one dance.”


“Really?” He laughed, an angry sarcastic sound. “You thought you were coming back for one dance?”


“He seemed nice.” I bit my lip and turned the water on hotter. “Yes, I was attracted to him. Yes, a part of me thought that it would be fun to hook up. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I wasn’t thinking. I mean no-one expects their first one night stand to be with a psycho.”


“Grant’s not a psycho.”


“Oh okay, sure. He just won’t let me leave his house. He’s not a psycho at all.” I exclaimed angrily and he laughed. “It’s not funny.”


“I’m not laughing.” He said softly and turned around slowly. “I’m not laughing.” He said again as his eyes looked at me seriously and I gasped and placed my right hand and arm across my br**sts and my left hand in front of my pu**y.


“What are you doing?” I glared at him. “You said you wouldn’t look.”


“No I didn’t.” He raised his eyebrows and I saw a glint in his eyes as he stared at me. “You asked me to turn around and I did. I didn’t say how long I’d turn around for.”


“If you were a gentleman, you’d turn back around.”


“If I was a gentleman?” He burst out laughing and his eyes crinkled as tears fell down his cheeks. “Oh Evie, what makes you think I’m a gentleman?”


“You’re not.” I shook my head and then I felt shampoo running into my eyes “Shit.” I mumbled. I didn’t know which hand to use to brush the shampoo out of my eyes. Either hand being moved would reveal something I didn’t want him to see.

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