“I hope that everything meets your satisfaction.”
Does he expect me to be happy about being brought here against my will?
“No. Everything doesn’t meet my satisfaction. Not even a little. You drugged me. You could have killed me.”
“The sedatives and anti-anxiety meds that you were given were harmless.”
“You aren’t a doctor. You don’t know that.”
“I’m not, but I did get the medication from someone who knew what he was doing. The dosage was calculated specifically for you. It was perfectly safe.”
“A doctor helped you drug me?”
“A pharmacist.”
“A corrupt pharmacist.”
“He’s not corrupt. I’ve known him for a long time, and he’s a good man. He mixed the drug combination as a favor to me; I needed you to be safely sedated while being transported from the casino to my house. I didn’t want you to be high on some junk that came from a drug dealer on the streets.”
At least he had the good sense to have a knowledgeable medical person prepare controlled pharmaceutical drugs instead of resorting to a dealer for something uncontrolled. “I guess I should thank you for not shooting me up.”
“I would never do that to you.”
I pull the comforter higher and step backward when he moves closer.
“I know that you don’t believe me—and I understand why you don’t—but you were never in danger. I stayed by your side all night. I didn’t leave until this morning. Your safety is my number-one priority.”
No worries, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of everything, including you.
“You told me that you were going to take care of everything, including me.”
“I am.”
I clench the comforter in my fist. “Why am I naked? What did you and that woman do to me?”
“That was Dr. Catherine Miller. Cat. She did an exam on you.”
“What kind of exam?”
“Routine pelvic exam for you and STD testing for both of us. It’s standard stuff for this lifestyle when you switch partners. All of our test results will be back in a couple of days.”
She did a pelvic exam on me? A pap smear? While I was unconscious? That can’t be legal. But neither is kidnapping or blackmailing or drugging someone, and he’s done all of those things.
“My sexual health is none of your business.”
“Your sexual health is very much my business; I need to know that you’re clean before I fuck you.” My heart rate increases by about a million beats per minute. “And I want you to know that I’m clean so that you can enter into this relationship with full confidence that you are safe with me.”
Safe with him? I will never feel safe with him. Not after the things he has done to me against my will.
“What is happening here? Are you holding me prisoner or what?”
“None of the doors are locked. You can walk out right now if you like, but I suggest that you don’t. At least not until after you’ve heard my terms.”
“What terms?”
“We’ll discuss them over dinner.” He brings his wrist up and looks at his watch. “Which will be in an hour. I’d like you to shower and wear one of the black dresses in your closet. Hair down. Minimal cosmetics—your face is beautiful. I don’t want it covered with a bunch of unnecessary garbage.”
Again with theshower and wear thisorder. But this time he’s adding hair and makeup directions. “Why do you do that?”
