Not sure. Maybe… if he hadn’t drugged me first.
“Can I call Kurt?” I ask.
He wraps the towel around me, drying me. Like I can’t do that myself. “What happened to your phone?”
“Oh. I dropped it in the escape. Smashed it.”
“That explains it.” He rubs the towel down my back, paying lots of attention to my ass. “We’ll call him when we wake up. It’s too late now.”
“What time is it?”
“About one in the morning.”
I couldn’t have guessed that. But then, I suppose being drugged in Salt Lake City and waking up in San Francisco can have that effect on a girl.
“Still Tuesday?” I ask. But no, it can’t be. It’s a twelve-hour drive, plus everything we’ve done.
“Wednesday.” A pause. “Thursday, technically, I suppose.”
I’ve lost a day.
“I can’t believe you drugged me,” I mutter.
“I can’t believe you didn’t come and find me. Or that you went home to your family without calling me.”
That’ssonot a justification. Is that all the answer I get?
My anger flares again, but I tap it down. Declan’s off-guard, and I want him to stay that way.
“I’d have come if you’d asked,” I lie instead.
“And let me tie you up?”
Like that? Never.“Sure.” I try for a playful smile. “Probably.”
“Did you like it?”
What kind of a question isthat? Did Ilikebeing flogged? Face-fucked? Not allowed to orgasm, then forced to until I saw stars? Tied immobile and…
I swallow hard. “Uh… bits of it?”Almost all of it.
He chuckles that aggravating, sadistic chuckle he has. “Come on. Let’s feed you. It’s late, and you must be hungry. Then bed.”
Yes, bed. Because that’s what I need: Declan asleep.
But I am hungry. Starving, now that he’s mentioned it.
He gives me his T-shirt to wear, and I sit at the kitchen table while he makes an omelet. Declan cooking in just a pair of jeans, the top button still undone. Distracting as fuck, even after what we’ve just spent hours doing.
“Not much here, I’m afraid. Cheese, mushrooms, or both?”
“Both.” I’ll eat anything right now. I’m so hungry, and I’ll need my strength.
There’s a bit of salad to go on the side, and he serves me the lion’s share. We eat in silence, while I try to figure out how much I can push without alerting him to my intent.
But to not push at all might be more of a tell.
“You drugged me just to get that box, didn’t you?”
