Page 13 of The Hunted

“Lea, why did you let him come in while I was in the shower?” I’m still mortified that he saw me in such a way. Thankfully, he has no idea who was starring in my shower fantasy.

“You don’t tell him no. He opened the door, and he just came in. He asked if it was you in the shower. I said yes, and he went in. What did he want? And holy shit, he’s hot!” Lea’s wide eyes meet mine, her excitement forcing her speech to be rushed. I wish I could find the same excitement for my predicament. Just when I thought I had caught a break, of course, fate decides to screw it all up.

“He wants to collect his prize.”

“You lucky bitch. I’d do anything that man asked, for free.”

I shrug in response because really, what can I say? He used my body against me, manipulating it as if it belongs to him. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get out of our next meeting as easily as I did the last.

I set about getting ready, which is a feat considering I can barely control the tremble of my sweaty hands as I slide into a pair of black skinny jeans and an oversized sweater. My feet slip into some flats, and I take a few deep breaths.

What will he do with me? Will I enjoy it? Hate it? I’ll hate it, I think, trying to convince myself. I braid my hair to one side and call it done just as a knock sounds at my door. I take one last deep breath to gather myself, exhale, and open the door to those amber eyes. God, he is handsome. His eyes blaze as he takes me in from head to toe. My nipples harden under his intense scrutiny. The corner of his mouth tries to quirk up into a smile or a sneer. I’m not really sure with this man.

“Little Bird. You ready?” He slides a hand into the pocket of his dark jeans. The motion draws my attention to his large bulge.

“Yes.”

He extends his hand out for me to take. The warmth of his large hand gently gripping mine scatters chills along my arm. I step through the door and peek back at Lea who mouths, “Oh, my God,” right before I close it. He leads me down the hall to the elevator, and once inside, he puts his finger to the pad and we ascend.

“You are beautiful, Little Bird.” I glance at him, and I can feel my cheeks flush. He gives me a smirk and the elevator doors open. Taking my hand, we step out toward his quarters.

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