Oh, yes. This woman is going to be a problem.
“I’m sorry, but unless Mateo himself says that, you have no authority over me, and I’ll file all your suggestions away as poor recommendations.”
She grabs something from the tray. “Suit yourself, though I’ll need you to lift your towel. It’s time for your daily injection.”
I take a step back. “You’re not a doctor…”
“You don’t need to be a doctor to administer fertility drugs,” she says as she walks toward me.
I want nothing more than to slap the syringe out of her hand, but it would do me little good, because this is what Mateo wants. He’s annoyed at being forced to marry me, so he’s making my life hell, hoping I’ll crack under the pressure.
I shift the towel over, revealing my left butt cheek. The jab is over in less than five seconds.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“It matters not,” she deadpans.
Fine, be a snake.
“Where are my clothes?”
The snake shrugs. “You tell me.”
“I’d had them delivered to the hotel we were supposed to be staying at.”
“Then that’s where they are.”
“But when will they be brought over?”
“They probably won’t be and you’ll have to wear what’s in the drawer.”
“But that’s hardly anything.”
“Good thing you aren’t going anywhere.”
All at once, I feel the crushing weight of panic on my chest.
“He can’t just keep me half-naked!”
“Mateo can keep you any way he chooses.”
Realizing that arguing with this woman is futile, I ask, “Where’s my mother?”
“Again, you tell me.”
“She was part of the deal!”
“I don’t know what deal you are referring to.”
“Fine. Where’s my phone?”
“Again—”
“Oh, stop it! Get Mateo in here.”
“I don’t tell Mateo where to go or what to do.”
“He can’t deny me contact with the outside world!”
