As I wipe myself up, I feel anything but satisfied. I won’t be until Greta performs for me willingly, and I’ll keep her locked up till then.
8
GRETA
Imust have fallen asleep again. What else is there to do when you’re locked in a cage? It’s the sound of the door opening that wakes me.
Lorenzo comes into the room, and my pussy flutters at the sight of him. With his tailored suit and brooding looks, he’s straight out of a fairy tale.
Except he’s got you locked in a cage.
There is that.
“Did you have a…” he pauses, “. . . satisfying sleep?”
My gaze snaps to his, wondering if there’s some way for him to know what I got up to as soon as he left the room last time. But his expression is unreadable.
“Yes,” I say. “But I need the bathroom, and I’m thirsty.”
It’s only partly true. I found a bottle of water so thoughtfully left in one of the corners of the bed, but I’ve been careful not to drink too much because I sure didn’t find a chamber pot.
He steps right up to the door of the cage.
“I’m going to let you out, Greta. It’s not my intention to hold you against your will.”
I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. “Could have fooled me.”
He smiles, revealing a dimple in his left cheek. And just like that, he gets even more handsome.
From his pocket, he produces a gold key on a red satin ribbon. He holds it up and inserts it in the lock, but he doesn’t turn it. His dark eyes find mine.
“I’m letting you out because we’re having dinner together.”
I glance to the window outside, and it’s already getting dark. I must have slept nearly the entire day, which is not surprising considering how exhausted I was after last night.
“But after dinner, you decide. I drop you off at home, or you get back into the cage.”
My mind reels. He’ll drop me off at home, and I can go back to my cabin and forget I ever met Lorenzo and forget the things I saw when I came in here. Yet there’s a twinge of disappointment.
“If you think I’m getting back into that cage, you’re crazy.”
Even as I say it, I know Lorenzo will haunt my dreams for a long time to come. He gives me a lazy smile as if he can read my thoughts, and his gaze flicks to my lips.
“We’ll see, coniglietto.”
I don’t know what the pet name he’s taken to calling me means, and I’m too scared to ask. It’s either something that will make me want to slap him or something that will melt my heart. And the last thing I need is to complicate this anymore with an achy heart.
He turns the key in the lock, and the door to the cage pops open. He holds it wide open, and I scramble through before he can change his mind.
Lorenzo steps back, giving me plenty of space, but his eyes make up for all the ways he isn’t touching me. I remember his comment from earlier.
I only watch.
What is it this man is into, and why am I so intrigued to find out?
“Choose your evening wear.” He indicates a rack of clothes that he must have wheeled in while I was sleeping.
“Have a bath, get dressed. I will collect you for dinner in one hour.”
