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Fuck, guess I better try to remember the paintings I passed to get here.
I finally found my way back to my bedroom. As soon as I opened the door, I noticed dozens of bags arranged on my floor. All of them were name-brand items I could never have dreamed of wearing. Thanks to the man who worked me up faster than a New York minute, a small fortune sat on my floor.
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Itshouldn’thavesurprisedme that no one was there when I went to the kitchen for breakfast, since I didn’t wake up until eleven. The guys were probably all ass-crack of dawn types. Then again, Tanner seemed the most like a fellow night owl. After last night, I wasn’t so sure I was ready to see him yet.
I had stayed awake for several hours, putting away everything Tanner had bought for me. Many of the outfits were too fancy for anything I had planned, but I wanted to hang them up so they wouldn’t get creased or wrinkled. I didn’t remove any of the tags because I planned to leave them here when I went back home. Tanner could give them to other orgy room girls or get his money back. It made me even more thankful to Nik for taking me home last night to grab my things.
I cooked a quick breakfast before sitting at the table with my plate and cup of coffee. This table was rectangular and made of dark wood. It wasn’t small, round, or situated next to a loud, drafty window. I bit a chunk of my toast, finding it bland like I grabbed cardboard instead of bread. I didn’t miss the noise, but fuck, I missed being able to see outside.
This was already feeling like a concrete and steel prison, and it hadn’t even been a full day.
After eating breakfast, I cleaned up my mess before returning to my bedroom. I was starting to get a general idea of how to get around. Noticing the paintings helped a lot.
Turn left at the creepy painting of the old lady wearing the funny hat.
Grabbing my laptop, I headed for the bed. Using pillows to make a seat to prop my back up as I logged in. An error message appeared when I typed in the address for my online classes, reminding me that Wi-Fi isn’t magical. Bringing up the list of available networks, I hoped there was a guest account I could use. Unfortunately, there wasn’t.
I groaned as I let my eyes roll, knowing there was no one here to see it. My phone was sitting on my bedside table, mocking me, as it knew what I needed to do. I just didn’t know what kind of mood Tanner would hit me with if I opened another text chat with him.
I couldn’t work on my classwork without the internet, and I didn’t have unlimited data on my phone.
Nessa:Hey. I need the Wi-Fi password.
His response came almost immediately.
Tanner:This is not a secure means of communication.
Rolling my eyes, I pulled out my purse to find the information for the secure email Colten provided. There was an app I needed to download onto my phone and credentials I had to enter. Really, it was a lot of work for a simple email address.
Once I opened the app, I noticed this wasn’t just an email account. This was chat rooms and media sharing. It was like an online community room for only those invited. I found I had several areas available to me, including a group chat kind of place.
I clicked on Tanner’s name and chose to have a direct message sent.
Nessa:Wi-Fi information, please.
Little dots appeared to dance below my message, signaling he was in the middle of a reply. I would say this wasn’t a bad way to communicate. I even saw an option for video calls.
Tanner:It’s already done.
I read over his text a few times, unsure what he meant. That was a weird password.
Nessa:What?
Tanner:I logged into the Wi-Fi from your computer remotely. Oh, and I will need you to give me your laptop for a while so I can install some protection software. It was embarrassingly easy to get into your computer.
My cheeks flushed as I looked at my laptop again. Sure enough, it was linked to a secure Wi-Fi with a complete connection. I eyed the little camera suspiciously before grabbing a sticky note to cover the lens. Tanner didn’t need to be able to spy on me whenever he wanted. Unless there were cameras already set up in this room. Still, an eagle eye view was better than a close-up from my crotch.
On top of my crotch. My lap. An image of me from the computer while it sat on my lap.
My mind seriously needed to get off the topic of crotches. I needed to focus on my other classes while I had the time. Many of them were just a list of tasks. Once all the assignments were completed, you were finished for the semester. Those were my favorite.
I could probably get a few of them done if I focused on one class at a time.
I started to get to work. Time no longer existed as I focused everything on my assignments. All other thoughts faded from my mind as new knowledge consumed my thoughts and distracted me from my sudden boy issues.
