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The minute he’s out of the room, I stand up and hobble my way toward the front door. Viktor sighs when he sees me, a bag of frozen peas in his hand. “Gemma, seriously.” He picks me up again and sets me back on the couch. I wince when he places the frozen peas on my ankle. “I’ll need to set it, and you’ll have to use crutches until it’s better.”
“How do you how to fix a broken ankle?”
“I just do.”
“Because you’ve caused so many broken ankles?”
He winks before leaving the room again. This time, I stay put, too exhausted to go anywhere. A few minutes later, he returns with gauze and crutches.
“Why do you have crutches?”
“You never know when you’ll need a handy weapon available.”
I shoot him a look as he begins wrapping my ankle.
“Your ankle isn’t broken by the way,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing my skin, sending goosebumps over me.
“How can you tell?”
“You’d be in much more pain. Besides, I’ve seen my fair share of broken ankles, and this isn’t it. You twisted it good, but you’ll be fine in no time. You got lucky.”
“Yeah, real lucky,” I grumble. He just smiles.
“There.” He pats my ankle making me wince. “Whoops. Now, come on. Let’s get you back to your room.” He hands me the crutches.
“No.”
“Yes.”
I huff and grab the crutches, walking awkwardly back up the stairs. Viktor laughs at me along the way.
“You a real bastard, you know that?”
“So, I’ve been told.” He unlocks my door and motions me inside. I start to sit down on the bed when he stops me. “Since you caused such a stink, you have to do something for me now. I want to see you naked.”
I blanche. “No way.”
“I’ll just look. I won’t even touch.” He waggles his fingers at me.
“Why?”
“Because I think you’re beautiful, and I want to see you naked.”
“But you said you wouldn’t rape me.”
“And I won’t.”
“This is still harassment.”
He shrugs. “I never claimed to be a good man. I think that much was obvious.”
“I’m going to hit you with this.” I swat the end of one of the crutches at him.
“And you’re cute trying.” His eyes darken. “Now, get undressed for me.”
“Will you let me go if I do?”
“No.”
