Page 59 of Red Captive

Steel

I open my eyes, and they quickly adjust to the dark. It’s Jen. What the fuck is she doing? It’s the middle of the night. Surely she wouldn’t try to escape? She’s on her tiptoes, creeping across the dining room. She’s wearing… Fuck! I hate what she’s wearing. She’s most definitely not trying to escape in that.

Not a chance.

At least, I hope not since she’s in a black nightie. It’s silk with these tiny straps. There’s lace, too, around the tops of her breasts.

Did our conversation from earlier not even happen? What the hell is she thinking?

She opens the refrigerator and takes out a big bottle of water. Then she grabs a glass, and pours the water into it.

I get out of bed and walk over to her.

Holy hell! That nightie barely covers her ass. Her dark hair flows down her back. Her legs are long and lean and fucking beautiful, just like the rest of her.

“What the hell are you doing?” I growl.

Jen swings around, throwing the glass straight at me. It hits my chest, landing on the tiled floor between us, smashing to pieces.

“What the fuck!” she yells. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Don’t move.” I look down at her bare feet. Glass litters the floor around us.

“Are you crazy? Haven’t you heard of sneaking up on a person? Why would you sneak up on me? Look what you’ve done.” She looks down at the floor.

“I didn’t sneak up on you. I walked.”

“Try to walk louder. You scared me half to death. All I wanted was a glass of cold water. That’s all.”

“What did we say about rules?”

“I’m not flirting. I haven’t asked you to spank me in a good long while, and we’re still not friends, especially after the stunt you just pulled. Also, we’renothaving a chitchat. What am I doing wrong?”

“You’re wearing a tiny swathe of silk. We both agreed to be fully dressed at all times.”

“I was in bed, sleeping. I’m just getting some water. I’m pretty sure you’re in boxers or something equally revealing.” She points in my general direction and I remember that she can’t see as well as me in the dark.

“I was in bed…sleeping,” I growl. “So, yeah, I’m in boxers.”

“Exactly.”

She starts to move.

“Don’t!” I tell her, holding up a hand. “You’ll cut your feet to shit.”

Instead of listening, she lifts her foot, intent on taking a step.

I step forward and pick her up. “Why don’t you listen to me?” I cradle her in my arms.

It’s worse now that she’s up close against my chest. I can smell her sweet scent and feel her curves against me.

I walk to the living room and set her on her feet. Then I turn on a light.

Her eyes widen on the floor. “You’re bleeding.”

I follow her gaze and see red smears where I just walked. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. You cut your foot. The right one…I think. You should sit.” She points to my bed, where she wants me seated. For some reason, I comply. “I’ll find a first aid kit.”

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