The bathroom.
And then, because I knew it would drive him crazy and because he deserved a little taste of his own medicine, I added:
Clarke
I had to finish the job that you couldn't.
Soren
You better be fucking with me, blondie.
Tell me you're fucking with me.
Please.
I took pity on him. There was something about the way he pleaded, the way he begged.
Clarke
Fine, you caught me.
I didn't . . .
Soren
Didn't what?
Clarke
You know what.
Soren
I want to hear you say it.
Er, type it.
Clarke
I didn't touch myself.
Soren
Good girl.
Damn this man for making me blush like a teenager. His next words, however, were anything but childish.
Soren
Good girls get rewarded.
Meet me upstairs in the projection room in two minutes.
Second door on the left.
I didn't respond. There was no point. It wasn't a request.
I did however take my time finding the door. Soren had had me squirming in my seat all night, so he could damn well wait. I took a deep breath when I reached the projection room door. Was I supposed to knock? Should I text him aga—
