Page 10 of Chef's Kiss

“Come on, Charlotte. Let’s not play games here,” he says, in a completely different voice, all the fake kindness of it completely gone and lifeless. “Except the games…I want to play.”

“I’m just here to do my job and go home,” I say, unable to catch a breath as I look around the room for options and see none.

“Oh, I’ve got a job for you, and it’s not on the clock. It’s a job alright, and it’s to blow my cock.” He slams the door shut and the feeling of being trapped cloaks me.

“Huh huh,” I whimper at the lacerating tone and the fact that this absolute creep rhymed it. For sure he’s practiced this or even worse, this isn’t his first time trying this.

“I know you’re from the wrong side of the tracks. This is what little girls like you over there do, right? Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if your daddy or uncle made you do it a time or—“

“You shut your fucking mouth!” I yell, feeling rage shoot though me as I jab a finger out toward him, but my aggression, and losing my cool, only works against me as he grabs my wrist and does some ninja Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu move on me and spins me right around.

He jams my elbow into my back, my wrist up high as he runs me forward three steps and I slam into the wall with him behind me, feeling his semi-hard little cock pressing against my ass.

I kick back like a Donkey, but I can’t get any leverage with my knee up against the wall.

“A feisty one this time,” he says, and my heart drops in my chest. I knew this wasn’t his first time. “Like they say, all women have a rape fantasy. Let’s see how yours plays out.”

“You’re not going to ra-”, I try to yell the last word, but as a practiced predator he knows it’s coming and his hand covers my mouth,

I bite at his fingers but his hand moves, the base of his palm finding my jaw as he presses my lower teeth up into the uppers so I can’t speak.

Suddenly I hear duct tape being pulled and feel a piece wrap around the wrist behind my back and around the top of my chest over and over again as I try and buck my hips back into his groin to no avail.

I keep on trying to bite down and even elbow back with my other arm, but again…no leverage, so my blows are mostly my tricep against his side and my elbow finding air.

Quickly he duct tapes my mouth and then pushes me to the ground, grabbing my feet in a swift move hog tying me.

“Hell, you should be thankful somebody’s trying to fuck your timid, mousy, bookworm ass,” he snarls, and for the first time I notice all the missing teeth in the back of his mouth.

His eyes dart to the clock and he looks back and down at me like Christian Bale in American Psycho. All he needs is the chainsaw for this to be complete.

“See, you think we’ve got seventeen minutes of fun until Alexa gets here, but what you don’t know is she already messaged me last night. She’s sick and not coming in. So it’s just you and me, and all the time in the world.” He leans in closer, grabbing my cheeks hard with his hand looking at me from inches away. “And you’re not gonna tell a soul when we’re done are you.” It’s not a question, which he makes obvious as he jerks my head from side to side. “Good, I didn’t think so. Now, let the fun begin.”

He takes a step back and unzips his fly.

“Remember, it’s a fantasy, so you have to pretend like you don’t want this,” he howls.

I brace my stomach muscles and tighten my feet, kicking them out at him as he approaches, but he just brushes them to the side. “That’s the spirit. Hell, you keep this up and I might even pay you for this half hour…you fucking trailerpark whore.”

He laughs hysterically as he grabs the side of his pants and begins to slide them down.

I look away, wishing I was dead, but thinking of ways I can keep fighting knowing I’m running out of options.

“Now let’s see what you’ve been hiding underneath all those clothes.”

I suck in as deep as I can, pulling my body back trying to melt into the floor as he reaches out toward my chest.

I need a miracle and I need it fast.

CHAPTER 5

Christian

I spent half the night tossing and turning, and the other half beating the tar out of the punching bag in my home gym.

I couldn’t sleep. I was just waiting, willing that clock to roll around to this morning so I could see her again…especially after she didn’t show up at the taping of my show.

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