“My wife is none of your concern,” I snap back.
She turns off the tub faucet but keeps the phone near her ear.
“I have eighteen hours left to decide according to you. I won’t give you an answer until then.”
“But you’ve already decided.”
She frowns but doesn’t speak, which only confirms my guess.
“Are we done? I’m sure you’ll find me when my twenty-four-hours are up so you can get my answer then.”
“We aren’t done.”
“I would like to enjoy some peace and quiet, so can we hurry this along?”
“Why? Anxious to get into that bath so you can touch yourself to the memory of our kiss?” My voice is a low, deep timbre that practically vibrates through the phone and down her body.
She shivers at my words.
“You’re watching me?”
“Yes,” I hum.
More shivers. Her cheeks pink. Her eyes search the bathroom.
“Where did you put the camera?”
“Does it matter? Are you planning on putting on a show for me?”
“I’m planning on showing you what you will never have.”
She grabs the hem of her black T-shirt, stretches it over her body, and then her breasts are staring back at me.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have called her when she was headed into the bathroom. I’m not going to be able to concentrate on pulling the truth from her when her body looks like that—smooth, curvy, and welcoming.
I close my eyes when I see her start on her jeans, but they only stayed closed less than a second. Then they are glued to the screen, watching her jeans slide to the floor, followed by her panties.
She’s standing naked in the bathroom with the phone still to her ear. “I hope your wife walks in and sees how hard I make you. I hope she slaps you and takes all of your money before she leaves your cheating ass.”
“I don’t cheat.”
“So you aren’t really married, then?”
A beat passes.
She smiles like she won again before she steps into the tub. Her body disappears under the water’s surface while resting her head against the tub’s edge.
I exhale—her spell on me breaks as she slips under the water, her body no longer as visible to me.
“We are going to continue our little game. You tell me the truth, and I give you more time to live. You tell me a lie, and I give you less time. I don’t care if we are here or back on the island. The battle continues until I pull every last truth from you, or you run out of time.”
She smirks, her seductive eyes glancing up, looking right at me. “What makes you think I’ll answer you? I’m not your captive anymore.”
“Because I’ll start hurting and killing people you care about. And I’ll automatically take a month off your time every time you don’t answer me. Your time will run out very quickly if you don’t start talking.”
She closes her eyes and leans her head back on the back of the edge of the tub. “What do you want to know?”
I was expecting more of a fight. Apparently, I’ve knocked all the fight out of her, at least for tonight.