Page 1 of Not Dating Material

Chapter 1

SEVEN

I can’t see, thanks to the blindfold, and I can’t move, thanks to the handcuffs at my wrists and ankles, but there’s nothing to stop me from hearing the telltale “click” of a motherfudging phone camera.

And I’m completely stark naked.

“Yo, I didn’t consent to that,” I say, injecting as much firmness into my voice as I can. Considering the position I’m in, I highly doubt my hookup is quaking in his … well, yeah, boots, actually. Seeing as how I’m the fool who got naked while he stayed fully dressed. Normally, that’d be hot. Not right now though. “Delete it.”

“Mmm … no,” he says in that simpering voice that originally caught my attention. Soft, silky, pretty, exactly my type.

I jump as something brushes my chest, but he’s only dragging a feather down the middle of my torso. “I think it’s time you untied me. We clearly need to go over boundaries again.”

His cute laugh has an edge to it. “Oh, honey, no. That would be counterproductive to what’s happening here.”

“And … what exactly is happening?”

“Revenge.”

I jerk against the handcuffs. “Revenge?”

“You were dating my friend, then ghosted him, and the next time he saw you, you were out dancing with some bald woman.”

Bald woman? Oh … he’s probably talking about Elle, the sister of my roommate’s husband. Who, ridiculously, I’ve never hooked up with. We bonded hard and fast as morons-in-law, but anything further than that never happened. Whoever his friend is though, even without Elle, there have definitely been others since.

“Listen,” I try to reason. “I don’t know what you’ve been told, but it’s all horse patties. I don’t date. I make that very clear up front. It’s a staple of my ‘boundaries’ conversation.”

“You don’t sleep with someone for a month if you’re not dating them.”

I have no clue who he’s talking about. “Of course I do. If everyone’s having fun, why shouldn’t I?”

Pretty boy scoffs, and the camera clicks again.

“Stop. Taking. Photos.”

“Make me.”

“This is illegal.” Probably.

“Not calling people back is illegal.”

I snort. “No, it isn’t.”

“Well, it should be.” Another click. “Good to know you find this so funny.”

“I hope you’re getting my good side,” I say dryly. But this whole situation isn’t okay. I’m getting really uncomfortable. Really. I might like to play helpless in the bedroom, but playing and being are two totally different things.

I’ve been helpless. Actually. And I promised myself that would never happen again.

Well, well, Seven. Haven’t you gone and screwed that right up?

“Oh, don’t worry,” he says. “I’m getting all your sides.”

My stomach turns. “Get. Out.”

“You’re not going to say please?” The sweet tone makes it so much worse.

“You’re violating my privacy. Unlock me and leave. I won’t ask twice.”

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