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Anxiety creeps up my spine and I feel my heart beginning to race as thoughts of Adrian’s return haunt my mind. Shaking it off, I bundle the sheet around my body and scoot off the bed. I’m in desperate need of another shower.
I flick on the lights of the bathroom as I walk in, my bare feet smacking against the cold tiled floor. I noticed last night that it was stocked with supplies.
Men’s supplies.
Is this Adrian’s room?
Padding back into the bedroom, I let my gaze wander around the room. There is no dresser. No door for a closet. There are no personal traces of him at all in this space. Not one photo or stray accessory. The walls are bare except for a few long odd rectangles that stand out against the wall. They are the exact color of the wall, blending in nearly seamlessly.
I wonder—
Pressing my hand against one of the rectangles, I watch with rounded eyes as it slowly slides out from inside the wall to reveal an assortment of folded pants and t-shirts, along with a few other miscellaneous clothing items.
Jackpot.
I snatch a pair of light gray joggers and a white t-shirt from the shelves and gently push the closet door back into the wall before sneaking back into the bathroom. Steam fills the bathroom, the heated water flowing from a golden rain shower above me. It’s heavenly and I can almost forget that I am being held captive by a flesh-trafficking jackass.
Almost.
The water nearly runs cold before I step out of the shower and back into the unfortunate circumstance I find myself in. I dry off, pulling on the clothes I’d pilfered from the wardrobe. A gentle sigh teases through my lips as the fabric glides over my skin. It feels good to be wearing something other than a sheet.
When I’m done, I toss the sheet and towel into the laundry bin below the sink and open the door to the room. Then I walk straight into a wall of muscle.
I really should learn to watch where I’m going.
Strong hands reach out and grab my shoulders, steadying me. I don’t need to look to know who those hands belong to. I’d dreamed about them on my skin all through the night.
Stupid vagina hasn’t gotten the message that he’s the enemy.
“Who said you get to wear any clothes,malen’kaya mysh’?”
I hate that snarky, arrogant, pompous fucking voice and wonder idly how hard it would be to cut out his voice box with the plastic spoon I was given with breakfast.
Down psycho bitch.
That got dark really fast.
Still… if I could just knock him out for a bit.
My eyes wander over his muscled body that was obvious even beneath the stuffy suit he is wearing.
Yep, not happening.
“You expect me to just wrap myself up in a dirty sheet again?” I ask, tilting my head slightly to stare up at him better. Fucker is tall.
“I expect you to wear what you are given,” he tells me.
“Which was nothing,” I deadpan.
He smirks. “Exactly.” He lifts his chin toward the uneaten tray of food. “You didn’t eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” I try to push past him, but his large body doesn’t budge, keeping me pinned in the small bathroom. Small isn’t the right word, it is enormous, but there is less space to escape his touch. I’m a sitting duck in the closed area.
“Eating isn’t a choice.”
I grind my teeth and straighten my shoulders, building up any mental fortitude I have left by remembering that he can’t touch me if he wants to sell me unspoiled. “Move.”
Another dark smirk. Is that the only thing his mouth knows how to do? Smirk and sneer? Adrian catches me off guard by moving aside enough for me to edge past him.
