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“Cranberry and Vodka.”
“Is that all?” She asked.
“For now.” He continued to look at her.
“Are you trying to get me drunk Vamp?” She whispered across the table at him.
“Tipsy. Not drunk. After all, I need you alert and responsive. Not passed out or worse.”
“What could be worse than passed out?”
“Puking your guts up. Vomit has never been my thing.” He made a face. This time she was hit with a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Hilarious. You can drink blood but you can’t handle vomit! Oh I never would have thought.
She laughed so hard her muscles in her abdomen began cramping, causing her to slowly take a deep breath and relax.
“Interesting. I am pleased to be your entertainment for the night.” He mocked her words but she didn’t care at this moment. Finally the shoe had been reversed and she liked it.
That waitress returned with her drink, sitting it down in front of her. She sipped not ever tasting this particular mix before. She found the initial taste shocking but delightful to her taste buds. The movement of the waitresses hand to Damien caught her attention and she watched the woman hand him a key and smile. “Enjoy.” Was all she said as she walked away.
“Enjoy?”
“You will.”
Pretty confident in yourself there. What makes you think I will?
He growled and she found it rather amusing that he was showing some irritation. “I guess it isn’t so wonderful hearing my thoughts after all huh?”
“Oh no. You misunderstand. I’m not irritated with your thoughts. Just you nursing that drink of yours. Drink so I can order you another.”
“Hope you have early night planned for me then.” She reached down guzzling the drink. “Next.” He smiled waving in the air at the waitress gesturing for another.
“What do these bands mean?”
“Remind me later and I will tell you but for right now, don’t worry about it.” That damn smile of his scared the shit out of her now.
Thirty minutes and three drinks later, her lips tingled. She became giddy, carefree. Laughing. Have a magnificent time. For the last forty five minutes they laughed, talked, danced twice, and every part of her body had relaxed, which was exactly what he had hoped.
“Ok. Sweet. Showtime.”
“Ooh. Drinks and a movie.” I don’t know if I will be able to sit still but ok. You got it. He gripped her shoulders keeping her steady. I’m nowhere near drunk, but I am definitely one hundred percent tipsy.
He led her into the back. Down a long hallway. She seen doors with different colored circles on them as if the color represented something. He pulled her shoulders to a stop turning her to the right. His fingertips slid lightly down her arms before he placed the key in the door. Taylor focused on the crimson colored circle, wondering what was different about this room than the others.
The room was dark. She couldn’t see anything and no longer felt his touch. A bright light blinded her momentarily. She stumbled back at the view right into his rock hard body. She knew it was him as his hands were back on her shoulders. She pulled away quickly looking at him and then back towards the room.
“What the hell is this? Our room looks like a freaking torture chamber.” He didn’t answer her, allowing her to take in the room.
The room was gigantic in size. The walls, ceiling and floor were blood red. Again she thought about it being appropriate colored but this time it was beginning to make her nervous. She glanced over the king size bed that was dressed in black satin sheets. To black ropes were attached and hanging from the headboard and then again on the footboard.
She turned away from the bed quickly, not wanting to see anything else where he thought she would be sleeping.
Her heart began racing at near record rate. She stared at a table that looked like it should belong in an emergency room exam room. Only this table had shackles on it. Shackles hang from the ceiling on guides attached to other guides, giving her the impression that the shackles could be moved anywhere in the room.
What looked like a tool chest caught her eye next. The kind that that was usually red and chrome with several skinny drawers. This one was black and chrome. No windows were in the room. A black door she assumed was a closet. She suddenly felt like she was trapped in a horror movie with nowhere to run.
A long black attachment with hooks hang on the opposite wall, with many petrifying objects hanging from it. Multiple horse whips, black, various lengths. A bar with cuffs on each end about 2 feet in length. She now realized this was what the heroine must of felt like when she entered the hero’s playroom.
This room was either decorated after the book or the author had written it after this room. Not a perfect match but the same scary as hell feeling. And this room had one thing the other room didn’t have. Damien.
