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I imagine curling up in bed like this, with a fire going on a cold night, would be pretty close to heaven.
If it was my choice to be here. That's a big caveat.
I don't know where I am geographically. I don't see a clock nearby, but the light coming through the window has that warm, amber glow that tells me it's late afternoon. It was late morning when I went to the employment agency. How long was I out? How much of the time was spent in travel?
I don't know, but I can find out. I just have to be careful, is all. If this guy is as wealthy as I suspect, he must have at least a couple of brain cells working. And I'm sure he'll be looking for any signs of a scheme now that I made a run for it.
The first order of business has to be getting him to let me wash up, then get dressed. I’m not going to stay naked all the time… or am I?
Nausea churns in my gut, and the only thing keeping me from letting go is the thought of how disgusting it would be, covered in not only a stranger's cum, but my own vomit. Maybe I'd get especially lucky, and it would drip down and puddle under me. The cherry on top of a shit sundae.
Click!
The turning of the doorknob fills me with dread, making my already chilled skin pebble with goose bumps, and my legs clamp shut before I have the conscious thought to close them.Please, please, don't let him hurt me. I'll do anything. I'll devote my life to the needy and even become a nun or something. I'd have to convert, but no big deal. Just please, God, don't let him hurt me.
He's shamefaced, sheepish, and barely able to meet my gaze. “That was rude of me. And I'm sure it must have frightened you.”
Does he have a fucking split personality? The audacity of coming in here and acting like it was all one big misunderstanding.Oops, I accidentally spilled jizz all over your stomach while you were tied to my bed. These things happen.
No harm in being honest. “It scared me.”
He gives me the once-over and grimaces. Now that he’s out of that coat, his muscular body is better displayed in a gray cable knit sweater that outlines his thick shoulders and arms. Not to mention his chest—I’m already familiar with its size and firmness.
“You need a bath. I'll draw one for you.” Yet I notice he deliberately leaves me tied up while he does so. I can't blame him, though it would be pretty stupid of me to run while I'm naked. Still, he's being nice. I might be able to talk some sense to him.
It isn't long before the sound of running water turns to silence. I see him in there, bending over the tub, turning the taps before taking a few towels from a well-stocked closet. “I have a few other things for you—pajamas, sweats. I figured they would be forgiving since I don't know your size.”
“Thank you.” How insane is this? Thanking him when he kidnapped me. It's almost enough to bring tears to my eyes, but I fight them back. I'm not going to give in to emotion when trying to save my own life.
And I thought I had problems before this?
Relief doesn't even begin to describe the feeling when he unties me, then leads me to the bathroom while I rub life back into my wrists and hands. “Thank you,” I murmur again. “I can’t remember the last time I had enough hot water to fill a tub.”That’s right. Be quiet and very grateful.
A warm smile transforms his already handsome face into something breathtaking. “You’re welcome. It’s nothing. From now on, you’re going to have everything you need.”
There he goes, sticking a dagger in my heart and souring the idea of a hot bath.
He sours it even worse by taking a seat on the edge of the tub after extending a hand to help me in. The tub is deep, the water up to my knees before I sit. I’m glad for the bubbles that cover me up. He’s seen me naked, but that doesn’t mean I have to be on display all the time.
“Once you’re finished, I’ll get you something to eat.” He’s not going anywhere. Dammit. I was hoping to relax and get my head on straight, but he needs to watch me. I don’t think it’s to make sure I stay put, either. Not when his eyes are half-narrowed, and his nostrils flare when his breathing picks up. And he didn’t bring me here just for sex? I’m finding it hard to believe.
“I am pretty hungry,” I admit. The water is so nice. If I could only enjoy it.
“You won’t have to worry about that anymore. You won’t have to worry about anything.” His eyes soften, and I can almost believe he’s the man I met at the hotel.
I might as well go for it. What’s the worst he could do if he gets upset? Okay, considering I’m sitting in water, that might not be the best question. But we need to talk about this. “You’re telling me you expect me to stay here with you all the time? Forever?”
“Yes. That’s it.”
“What about my life?”
“What life?” My eyelids flutter as I try to process this, and he must see where he went wrong. “Let’s be honest. You didn’t have much of a life. Deep in debt, unable to pay your rent. You were on the verge of being evicted on New Year's Day.”
The water feels cold all of a sudden. “How did you know that?”
“You were carrying your wallet when I caught up to you.” He lifts a thick shoulder. “I ran your information while you were sleeping.”
And I thought I felt violated before. I can’t keep from trembling, though I’m trying my best to hide my true feelings. Like the way I want to jump out of this tub and claw his eyes out and maybe hold him under the water.
