AVERY
“Stay still.” I finish dressing her knee and inspect my work. Once I’m satisfied with it, I rise and inspect the rest of her.
“Well, I’m glad we got that settled. I’m all better, and I definitely should be going.” She stands and tries to scoot back, but she’s against the bed.
Her breasts rub against me, her body close to mine. I want to grab and yank off the rest of her clothes, ripping and tearing them away until she’s bare to me. It’s what she deserves–that and a good spanking–for trying to steal from me.
“Do you have any idea who I am?” I ask.
Her eyelashes flutter, and I glance at her lips.
“Some rich asshole with a nurse kink?” She gives me a sassy smile.
“Take off your clothes.”
That knocks the smile off her face. “What?”
“I said take off your clothes.”
“No way.” She sidesteps and hurries to the door.
I beat her there, then lean against it. “Would you prefer I call the police? Oh, pardon me, I mean your father?”
“You better let me out of here.” She steps to me, her nose wrinkling in irritation.
“No.” I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. “Do you think your father is working tonight?”
“You can’t do this.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“Last chance, Goldie.” I start to dial.
“Wait!” She tries to swipe the phone from me, but I hold it up and out of her reach.
“Strip. I want you naked and on the bed.” I’m a bastard, but I have her over a barrel. Why shouldn’t I use it? It’s not like I want to hurt her. Quite the opposite, in fact.
She glances behind her. “If I do this, then you promise you won’t call the cops?”
“Yes.”
She holds up a finger. “But you can’t touch me.”
“You only want me to look?”
“I don’t want you to do anything!” She huffs. “Except let me go!”
“I can’t do that, little thief. What if you were to make another attempt on my golden orchid?” I smirk.
“You can’t keep me here forever.”
“You’re stalling.”
“I’m not.” She glares up at me.
“Then take your clothes off and let me look my fill.” My cock pulses at the thought of it. “And don’t try to hide from me, Goldie. I need you spread wide. Otherwise, I’ll have to make that phone call.”
“No touching?” She kicks her chin up. “I’m not that kind of girl. At least I don’t think I am. And definitely not with someone holding me captive.”
I pocket my phone. “I won’t touch you until you ask me to.”