Page 22 of The Vigilante's Lover
I’m dumbstruck. There’s a fountain. A fountain in the middle of a hotel room.
White sofas face big French windows. The curtains are gold. There are fresh flowers in vases on every surface. An enormous marble fireplace contains a crackling log.
I step farther inside. Jax drops the red rope and it trails behind me out the bottom of the suit jacket. I walk across the soft carpet and spot doors to the bedroom. I halt instantly. I’m not going in there.
But then I see another door leading to a bathroom with a garden tub and two toilets. Really? Two? This, I head straight for.
It’s only when I actually arrive beside the porcelain seat that I realize my hands are behind me, tied, and I can’t do anything with my panties. Still, I have to pee so badly that I’m determined to make it work. I start wriggling back and forth, trying to get my underwear down.
Jax comes in the doorway and leans on the frame, an amused quirk of a smile on his face. “Need some help?”
I stomp to the door and shove it closed with my shoulder, but he catches the bottom with his foot. “We have visitors,” he says. “They may be of assistance.”
He points through a second door to the bedroom, where two ladies are sitting in a pair of fancy chairs. Beside them is a large trunk, open wide, an array of dresses and pants and sweaters on display.
“Who are they?” I whisper.
“They are here to attend to you,” he says. “They think I’m outfitting you for a bit of boss and secretary bondage role-play.”
I kick at him, but he deftly dodges my poorly aimed Croc.
“She’s a feisty one,” he tells the women.
They smile and nod. Both are dark skinned and beautiful withperfect hair, wearing classy tailored pantsuits with clever scarves.
One of them stands and approaches the door. “I’m Emma,” she says. “Would you like a bath?”
Actually, after the strip-down in the middle of a hayfield, that sounds like heaven. I whip my hips to one side to reveal the long tail of my red ropes. “I’m a little tied up for that,” I say.
Emma glances over at Jax. “Should we untie her for the bath?”
He turns to me. “I will do it.”
I take a step back. “Never mind,” I say. “I just need to pee.”
Emma enters the bathroom and closes the door on Jax. This, he allows.
She turns to me. “I’ll help.” Her expression never shifts. A total professional. I wonder what sort of craziness she sees on a daily basis.
Emma lifts the lid to one of the toilets, and I realize the other one doesn’t have a cover at all. It’s different, with a funny gold button on the side. I stare at it, craning my head to figure out what it does.
“It’s a bidet,” Emma says. “Have you not seen one before?”
I shake my head.
She smiles to herself. I hate that I feel like a country bumpkin in front of strangers. Jax is bad enough.
I’ve never peed in front of anyone, but apparently I’m going to today. I step over to the toilet, and Emma bends to peel down my underwear. “At least you aren’t tied up down there!” she says.
Small mercies, I guess. I sit down and realize the seat is actually warm. Crazy.
Emma turns and fusses with towels on a rack, so I have a small bit of privacy. I wonder how to approach her, let her know I’ve been kidnapped. My brave moment in the field has long passed now, and I want to go home. Jax is so confusing, maddening. This little fiasco has gotten embarrassing. And now he’s brought in witnesses.
“Have you worked with Jax before?” I ask.
She gives a little shrug and sets to arranging bottles of shampoo onthe edge of the tub. Oh, the luxury of a bath.
Maybe I can escape without telling her anything. “All this role-play is sort of silly. Do you think you could untie me for a bath?” I ask. “I would love one.”
