Page 35 of Corrupt Game

There had been a plan in place to see if there were any problems. Andy and I always had an exit plan. That was why this felt so much worse without my wingman.

This man holding me had a new facet to his personality every few hours. Worse than an onion, his layers continued to affect me in strange new ways. His very presence could make me tingle and want to jump his bones. This very idea made me wish my skin would crawl, but my attraction to him deepens. I had to be crazy.

The only reason I hadn’t done it yet was because he was a killer. I didn’t want to have sex with a killer.

Although, would it really hurt if I had sex with him? It wasn’t going to make him less of a killer? It might be really good because of the possibility of being caught. Something to consider if the opportunity presented itself.

I’d done everything he’d asked so far. He couldn’t be upset with me when he hasn’t given me any instructions.

What kind of psycho did that?

Guessing what he wanted me to do wasn’t the best way to accomplish his goals. No one was a mind reader. If he’d shown me a set of rules for how to behave or his expectations, I’d missed them.

I could work with rules. It was how job requirements were written or more like why. An instruction manual of what to do would have been helpful. Anything but the guessing game.

Mr. Holdt was the kind of bastard that didn’t want to be helpful. He enjoyed making things as hard as possible.

It was as if he were testing me to see if I could make it through any kind of hardship.

I wished I could say that I was going to come out with flying colors, but I had too many triggers and traumas for that to even be something that could happen.

The first time the rules of the contract had been glanced at, I had been in a hurry to get the job any way I could. The second time when he’d read the rules, I’d listened carefully. My outward nonchalance was just to keep him off guard. It was the only way to get the upper hand with him.

Something I instinctively knew would be the only thing that kept me going. I had to maintain his interest. Because what happened when somebody didn’t want to play anymore, they got rid of the toy. That was all I seemed to be. So, I had to keep him amused until I had everything figured out.

With nothing else to do, I lay on the bed again. I had given up wearing anything but my underwear and bra. Business attire wasn’t the most comfortable thing to wear when lounging around a basement home.

It was dark, so the need to feel self-conscious about my body was gone.

My eyes closed, and I drifted off again. It had happened over and over again because I had no idea if it was day or night. With nothing else to do, I allowed myself to rest. Well, as best as I could.

Sleep came fitfully over the next few hours.

Something woke me.

A noise or movement in the room.

I lay still, not wanting to alert whoever was there that I was awake.

“Fuck.” The word was whispered but felt loud in the darkness.

He was in the room with me. Every hair on my body stood on end. I couldn’t tell if it was from fright or arousal.

The scent of cinnamon, cardamom, and allspice, hung in the air. Christmas and holidays were supposed to be happy moments, but his scent eclipsed any bad memories associated with the holidays.

It was him. I already knew him well enough to identify him by his scent.

Why on earth had I remembered the sexy smell of his body? It made me feel that I was attuned to him. Was my sex drive really that amped up?

“Hello, Ms. DeLandro. I’ve cleared my schedule to spend some time with you.”

“Oh, well isn’t that just ducky,” I barked in anger. Mad at myself that I was halfway attracted to him. I stood and began to put my clothes on.

Even if he couldn’t see me, I felt more like myself if I had clothes covering my body. A suit of armor to protect me from whatever he might throw my way.

His chuckle sounded from the couch area. It hit me dead center, and I hated my body's reaction to him.

“I feel that a more hands on approach might suit our arrangement. I would hate for you to feel neglected or leave out of boredom.”

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