Page 21 of Dollhouse

By the time I finally step out of the shower, I’m relaxed and cleaned from head to toe.

And I may or may not have used the shower head to bring myself to orgasm once or twice, which was an even dumber thing to do. But my traitorous body had reacted to King earlier, and I’d been horny ever since.

I find some clothing in the closet after my shower, and color me surprised when they turn out to be my perfect size.

I don’t even want to know how they knew what size bra and shoe size I wear.

Instead of overanalyzing the clothing situation, and instead of trying to break the bedroom window like I should’ve, I dress in a pair of red silk pajamas and climb on the cloud of a bed.

I am stupid to allow myself to be vulnerable by sleeping in their house. I should stay awake or at least keep one eye open, but I can’t. I am too exhausted from working a week straight.

I fall asleep the second my head hits the pillow.

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When I come to,I don’t know what time it is, or what time I even went to sleep; all I know is I slept better than I have in months. The bed is incredible, and I make a mental note to tell Cassie that we must replace our mattresses and get whatever type of mattress this is. It’s incredible.

God, I’m so ridiculous. I should be demanding answers to my questions, breaking open the window, or figuring out how to pick the lock, but because I’ve lost my mind, I’m not doing any of those things.

Instead, I’m resting in a bed, feeling more relaxed than ever.

Okay, so I’ll sleep a little longer, and then I will get up and figure out how to fight my way out of here. Iamgetting out of here.

With a sigh, I stretch my stiff limbs and roll slowly onto my back. My left hand connects with something hard and warm beside me, and instantly, my eyes widen.

With a racing heart, I turn my head to see what I’ve touched, only to find a sleeping King beside me.

What the fuck?

He’s here in my bed. Well, not my bed, but he’s next to me in the bed I’m sleeping in.

What. The. Actual. Fuck!

I briefly wonder if this is his room and he had no choice but to sleep here. But I quickly turn that idea down because there are only items for me in here. I don’t know why they have things for me, considering they’ve told me that I’ll be leaving soon. I’d seen a good number of outfits and pajama sets in the closet last night—all brand new with expensive price tags on them.

Holding my breath, I turn on my side to face King, studying his perfect features. His light-colored beard, his long eyelashes fanned out on his cheeks, and his dirty blond hair is free of the bun I’ve only seen him wear, and his long locks are spread across the gray pillowcase. He’s shirtless, and from what I can see, his entire torso is covered in tattoos. I’m nearly certain there’s not a single blank piece of skin remaining on him. His nipples are pierced, and knowing what else is pierced brings tingles to my body. I can still feel his crotch pressing against my heated core from last night when he was on top of me.

My lips tingle with the phantom promise of the kiss from last night.

Fuck. I really am insane considering my feelings of lust toward him. The man that kidnapped me.

He’s sleeping—he’s vulnerable. I should be clawing his eyes out and demanding to be set free. I’m sure by now Cassie has realized I’m missing. Hopefully she’ll come looking and someone will find me soon. I can only hope. That’s when it hits me.

No one can come looking for me.

The policecannotbecome involved. They can’t.

With an exhale, I squeeze my thighs tighter together as I continue studying King’s perfect features, taking slow and steady breaths in an attempt to control my nerves.

“How long are you going to stare at me?” he rumbles in a raspy morning voice that shoots straight to my core. Holy shit. That’s the hottest voice I’ve ever heard.

“Is this your room?” I ask, even though I already know the answer, but that’s my way of asking why he slept in here.

“No. My room is down the hall.”

“Is there something wrong with your bed?”

“No. My bed is fine,” he replies, his full lips curling into a smile.

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