Page 143 of Positively Pricked
This led me to a pretty sad conclusion. The pig was, once again, on the prowl.
And now, even as I scurried down the hall, I shuddered with revulsion at the memory of his hot breath in my ear and meaty hands on my ass. And Isodidn't want to think about his thumbs.
As I watched, Zane rounded the corner, still dragging the senator behind him. The way it looked, they were heading for the elevators – my steps faltered – or,oh crap, the stairwell.
I called out, "Don't you dare take the stairs!"
Whether Zane heard me or not, I had no idea.
A split second later, the screaming stopped, and I almost feared the worst. I rounded the corner just in time to see Zane yank the senator up by his jacket and shove him hard against the wall between the two nearest elevators.
Now that I'd actually caught up to them, I wasn't quite sure what to do. Silently, I edged forward, hoping to catch Zane's elbow and maybe ease him away from the senator.
And then, I reasoned, could murder Zane myself privately.
I was still moving forward when Zane finally spoke. In a voice filled with menace, he leaned closer to the senator and said, "If youevertouch her again, I'll break off those fucking fingers." His grip visibly tightened. "And then, I'll shove them down your fucking throat."
I froze.What?
Again, Zane shoved the senator against the wall. "Are we clear?"
I stood in stunned confusion. Who on Earth was he talking about?
He couldn’t meanme.
No. Definitely not.
Probably, the senator had gotten grabby with someone else, like maybe an important guest or heaven forbid, Zane's latest squeeze, whoever she wasthistime.
My jaw clenched.
Tiffany?
Or someone else?
No. It couldn’t be Tiffany, because the way it sounded, she'd been tucked away in Zane's penthouse doing who-knows-what with you-know-who.
Trying to make sense of it all, I studied Zane's face in profile. For as long as I'd known him, he'd been the epitome of control.
And yet, he didn't look in control now.
When the senator offered no coherent response, Zane gave him another shove and repeated his question, more slowly this time. "Are. We. Clear?"
The senator swallowed. "I, uh, what?"
More confused than ever, I stepped toward them.
Instantly, the senator's gaze snapped in my direction. He called out, "Jane! Go on! Tell him!"
My steps faltered, and I heard myself ask, "Tell him what?"
The senator gave me a pleading look. "Tell him that you liked it. You know, that it was voluntary."
My jaw dropped.Huh?
I gave a confused shake of my head. Ididn'tlike it. But that wasn't the thing that had me reeling.
It was the implication of what he'd just said.
