A little afraid and a lot annoyed, I turn and flee but I don’t get far.
He catches me in the hallway, pins my body to the wall and cups my chin in his hand.
“I’m not going to sleep with you to make up for whatever you think my father’s done,” I blurt out.
Irritation flashes across his face. “I’ve never forced myself on a woman, little girl. I’m not about to start with you.”
The panic dissipates, leaving behind those tiny fireworks that just won’t quit.
It sizzles higher when I play back the “little girl” he just called me through my head. Since I got here, he’s also called me “angel” and “princess” when he was growling about not letting me go.
Those other terms made me feel tingly, but weirdly, that “little girl” provokes the most reaction. It makes me feel dirty and turned on while also comforting me. Like I said,weird.
“Now are you going to be a good little girl and let me finish the tour?”
“Why do I need to know this place? I told you, I’m not staying,” I insist, even though by now I’m pretty sure it’s futile.
He taps a finger lightly on my nose even as his expression hardens. “That’s where you’re going to have to get used to things being different, Skye. You’re not leaving here. Not until your father returns what he’s taken from me.”