Page 46 of Total Exposure

I hear her giggle a few times. Like she’s thinking about me sitting in this room, watching her, all frustrated at her lack of cooperation.

What the fuck? Is she like… crazy? I mean, obviously she’s crazy. She thinks eye contact is something to panic about. But is she… sick? Perverted?

I tuck my dick away and breathe through the frustration. Watch her finish hanging up her clothes, then find the outfit I chose for her.

She lays it out on the bed and looks up at the camera. “You won, I guess.”

Did I? I scoff out a laugh in my little basement room.

“Because I’m still here, right?”

Yeah.

“And I just hung up my clothes like I’m staying. So congratulations, stranger. You win. I’m gonna see this through, I guess.”

My unexpected smile is so wide, if anyone saw me, they’d call me the lunatic. All these years she’s hidden herself away. And all it took to make her face her fear was a little kink?

Maybe she’s not psycho? Maybe she’s just sexually repressed? Maybe all she needs is a good fuck?

For a second I consider going upstairs and fucking her right now. Showing myself. Jordan can shove his rules up his ass. Fuck his rules. Fuck her doctor’s orders too.

But that last one makes me stop.

She’s under the care of a doctor right now. I would be a monumental douche if I took advantage of her… condition.

She gets dressed, her game seemingly over now, because she does it quickly and efficiently. She dries her hair, puts on a little bit of makeup, and then makes her way downstairs to find her coat in the powder room, right where she left it.

She returns into view bundled up, gloved hands holding her phone, which she thrusts at the nearest camera in the hallway, and says, “Could you get me another one of these?”

I lean in to get a better look and see the telltale spiderwebs of a cracked screen.

“I promise not to call Lucinda if you do,” she says, almost too sweetly.

“Who’s Lucinda?” I ask out loud. “Her doctor?”

“I just like to have it, ya know?” she continues, sighing loudly. “There’s no landline in here.” It’s like she knows I’m wavering on this request, because she keeps going. “I’ll stay. I promise. I’ll do what you say.”

God, that makes me hard again.

“I promise.”

She stares up at the camera a little longer, then she sets the phone down on a table in the hallway, puts her sunglasses on, and walks away.

I follow her, changing camera views, as she makes her way to the ballroom where there’s a set of double doors leading out into the back garden.

I realize there’s no cameras out there. I didn’t put any in. Just… never occurred to me. And Jordan never specifically asked for them. So now she has two places she can hide from me.

Is she hiding from me?

Did she, a woman who came into the house powerless yesterday, just take control?

No. That’s not how this goes down, Miss Rolaine.

I’m the one in control here.

Chapter Fifteen - Evangeline

I’m tingling with the pent-up sexual frustration possessing me so thoroughly, it hums through my body like electricity.