Page 88 of Totally Wrecked
We had aGame of Thronesmonth at the library last year, and that quote was printed on the banner. It stuck with me.
It’s a relief to tell Rex, and to know that he will tell Gray.
That just leaves me with Harvey to deal with. I’m hoping he won’t use my flaws against me.
Harvey is currently sitting at the other side of the fire, looking at me through narrowed eyes. He will not take the idea of me and Brooke duping him very well.
But.
But he is an adult, and we are in very weird circumstances, so hopefully he can hold off on any kind of outrage until we are rescued.
Using Leander’s pocket tool, I easily gut the fish, then place the fish in the frying pan. I can’t believe they found a flipping frying pan in the jungle.
“Cook the fishy, in the dishy, cook the fish, in the dish…”
“You need a hand, Brooke?” Harvey asks, moving closer. He gives me a smile.
I guess this is as good a time as any to have this conversation. I have to get this over with. Reluctantly I shift closer to him and try to put a friendly expression on my face. Harvey reaches out a hand and puts it on my thigh.
“If you need a hand, I can definitely give you one,” he winks as the hand squeezing my leg creeps higher.
“Harvey,” I start to say, but I can’t finish my sentence as his hand has slid up my thigh to my crotch. In one movement he pulls my shorts aside and jams a finger inside me. It’s painful and I let out gasp, trying to squirm away.
“You like that, Jackson? Been missing what a real man can give you?”
Unfreezing, I push his arm away from me and stand up.
“Don’t do that.”
I can’t be angry really, or even call it any kind of assault; he thinks I’m his girlfriend.
Harvey narrows his eyes at me. “Oh, Jackson, you really have a bad girl haven’t you. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you exactly the kind of lesson you need. The kind of lesson you crave…I know you’ll love your punishment”
“Please don’t say any more,” I beg him.
I can only imagine how mortified he’ll be when he realizes he’s saying all this stuff to me, not Brooke.
He’s smiling again, and it makes the words dry up in my throat.
Come on, Daisy. You can do this.
But I'm interrupted. “Can you wash my hair, please?” Key asks as she comes running up the beach. “I need your help.”
Saved by the Key.
“Of course, sweetie. Let’s go now, there isn’t too much daylight left.”
“Yeah, you ladies run along,” says Harvey. “We can catch up later,” he adds, looking deep into my eyes.
Ugh. Later?
By the time I take Key to bathe at the pool, and by the time we’ve eaten dinner, it will be almost dark.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I will tell Harvey that my name is Daisy Jackson. I pray that he’ll be cool about it. Ugh.
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