Shit, how could I get dressed with him standing there? I couldn’t strip so blatantly.
He’s seen you naked. You ran through a forest with nothing on. He’stastedyou, for God’s sake. Seriously, why are you suddenly precious about it?
“Four.”
Biting my lip, welcoming my rational common sense, I hastily tore off the camisole and let it flutter through the air.
Jethro sucked in a breath at my exposed breasts. “Five.”
Tugging the t-shirt over my head, I dropped my hands to my hips.
“Six.”
Locking eyes with him, I shimmied out of the shorts, letting them puddle around my ankles. I had no underwear on.
I searched for the lust that’d burned in his gaze a few nights ago. I sought to witness just a hint of the Jethro who’d wrapped his fingers in my hair and driven his cock down my throat.
He merely cocked an eyebrow at my naked pussy and continued to count. “Seven.”
Anger siphoned through my heart. Stepping into the shorts, I snatched them up and fastened the zipper.
“Eight.”
Remembering Jethro’s tendency to use my long hair as handle bars and worse, as a leash, I quickly smoothed the black thickness into a messy ponytail and secured it with a hair tie from my wrist.
“Nine.”
The diamond collar sat around my neck—ridiculously expensive considering my understated outfit, making my breathing a little irregular. Slipping my feet into a pair of sparkly flip-flops on the floor, I was done.
I smirked. “Finished, oh impatient master.”
Jethro stiffened. “Record speed, Ms. Weaver. I’m impressed.” He held out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
I blanched. “What? No!”
He leaned closer, his temper shimmering just beneath the surface of his cool exterior. “Yes. I won’t ask again.”
For a second, I wondered if I could hit him over the head and run. So many scenarios of running had entertained me these past few days. I’d tried to pry the diamond collar off. I’d tried to open the window. I’d tried to pick the lock on the door.
But nothing worked. Aside from death, I wasn’t getting out of there.
I’m coming, Threads.
My heart seized at the thought of Vaughn charging in here trying to save me, only to be slaughtered by the men holding me captive. I couldn’t let that happen.
Gritting my teeth, I turned and plucked my phone from the tangled sheets. Reluctantly, I passed it to his awaiting palm.
His fingers curled around the delicate device. “Thank you.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes from it. My only link to the outside world. My only avenue of freedom. I didn’t realize until that moment how much I valued it and how stir-crazy I would go if deprived of the simple things, such as texting Kite.
Admit it, you’re screwing yourself up over him.
The past few days Kite had been...different. The messages from the night before last came back to mind.
Kite007:Have you ever noticed how things you’ve always been told were wrong are the only things that feel right?
Needle&Thread:That’s rather deep coming from the man who only wants to sext and avoid personal subjects.
