“Am I?”
“Yes,” I say. “You volunteer, you’re polite, and you always hold the door.”
“And yet being a gentleman didn’t keep you from kidnapping me,” he says.
“I…”
“Now. Bra. Floor.”
I stare.
“I’m getting tired of repeating myself, Dolly. Do it now, or I’ll cut that fucking bra off and shove it in your mouth.”
My jaw drops, but suddenly, I think he’s being serious, and I decide that keeping my underwear in one piece is more important than anything else.
I drop the bra.
Instantly, my nipples harden in the cool air. I look at the large flat-screen television on the living room wall, at the leather couch in the center of the room, at the gas fireplace. I didn’t even know apartments could have a fireplace. I look anywhere but him, and then Oscar grabs my chin. He forces me to look up at him, so I do.
“What?” I whisper.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Shut up, Oscar.”
“No.”
I stare at the man before me, and I wonder why he’s saying these things to me. He certainly doesn’t need to. He’s a wealthy man who can do literally anything he wants to do. So why am I here?
Oh yeah.
I abducted him.
Shit.
This isn’t a date, I silently remind myself. It’s a punishment.
He’s here to hurt me, and I have to let him.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he says.
I don’t move, and he kisses me. Oscar’s mouth comes crashing onto mine, and I kiss him back desperately. I’m filled with a greater need than I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. I don’t know what to do except give everything I am.
So that’s what I do.
“What are you doing?” I finally pull away.
“Whatever I want.”
“You can’t do whatever you want.”
“I can.”
“No,” I say.
“Pants. Floor. Now.”
I quietly pull my pants and panties down together. I step out of them, kicking them aside. Now I’m totally bare before Oscar Shadowvale, and I feel like my heart is going to explode.