“Here, let me refill that for you,” he offered once again, taking his glass and walking over to the bar once more.
“Sure… I—” Gavin began before suddenly stopping.
Something wasn’t right. He was beginning to feel a bit strange.
He was suddenly starting to feel a bit weird.
“I’m going to make myself another. These things always make me so thirsty,” Robert noted without lifting his head.
His back was to Gavin as he began pouring himself a scotch.
The room around Gavin began to sway. He had been drunk before, many times, but this was something else entirely.
He was starting to feel drowsy and a tad bit woozy.What the fuck was going on here?
Gavin suddenly got a bad feeling in his gut.
Something was wrong.
Something just didn’t feel right.
Slowly, he reached for the arm of the sofa, hoping to get to his feet, but missed and fell to the floor instead.
“Tsk tsk,” he heard Robert say. “Looks like someone’s had a little bit too much to drink.”
This wasn’t a case of having too much to drink; this was a case of someone slipping something into his drink!
He’d been roofied before. Thankfully, he’d had friends around to take care of him and make sure that he got home safe.
But now?
Now he was alone… in the house of a stranger… with no one here to help him.
Panic began to set in.
He spotted his empty wine glass sitting on the bar next to where the handsome doctor stood.
Why would a doctor spike his drink?
Why do you think? To get into those pants and do whatever the fuck he wants to you, that inner voice inside his head said.
He hated that voice. It always reminded him of all the stupid, idiotic things he had done in his life. Like going home with a complete stranger!
More panic.
He was having trouble keeping his eyes open.
He needed to get out!
He needed to get out of this house before… before he lost consciousnessand the devastatingly handsome doctor decided to… do… whatever it was… that he was about to do.
That thought alone scared him.
Using all the strength Gavin could muster, he reached for the coffee table and managed to get up onto one knee.
He wasn’t sure how long it had taken him, but by the time he managed to almost lift himself up, Robert Ashford was by his side.
“Gavin. Stop. You’re only going to hurt yourself. Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you. I promise. I’ll even leave you a heartfelt card when I’m all done with you.”
