Chapter One
Red lace.
Seriously?
What the fuck is wrong with him?Camila stared at the bed and her hand went to the collar around her neck. The fucking thing was locked in place with some sort of padlock that she couldn’t break if she tried.
“Camila, you have one minute!”
Camila’s eyes flew to the door. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed the stupid red lace and slipped into it. She feared being shocked again. No way was she going to let him do that to her again if she could help it. And it wasn’t as though he hadn’t already seen her naked. Unfortunately.
A glance in the mirror told her that all of the important parts were covered. The red lace thing was actually a short, very, very short, night gown. It just barely covered her ass at the bottom and the top put the swell of her breasts on display. Her stomach rolled at the thought of wearing this for him, but taking a breath she decided she could live with it.
“There you are.” Adrien stood in the doorway. “It fits nice. Turn.”
Keeping her mouth shut, Camila did as he asked. When she’d made the full turn, she stopped and looked at him. Her lips pressed in a thin line as she bit her tongue.
Adrien’s expression turned lecherous and she took a tiny step back. “I set food out, go cook it, wife, I’m hungry.” His words and his expression implied two different things.
It was the look in his eyes that worried her. Carefully, she moved toward him. He didn’t move out of the doorway and she attempted to make herself smaller as she passed by him, but as she did, he grabbed her hips and she froze.
“Mmmm, you smell good enough to eat,” he commented.
Camila’s heart raced. With panic in her eyes, she glanced up at him. “I-I thought you wanted food.”
“I do.” He smacked her ass. Hard. “But I might want this later.”
Camila shuddered, but didn't say anything.
“It’s waiting for you. Be quick about it.” He gave her a little shove and she stumbled in the hallway before gaining her feet.
She hurried down the hall to the kitchen and found two steaks, a can of green beans and some powdered mashed potatoes set out on the counter. The steaks were already defrosted, so she didn’t have worry about thawing them. Going through the drawers, she looked for a knife, maybe she could hide it somewhere… but to her great regret, there were none. All she found were regular table knives that were pretty dull. She half wondered how he planned to eat the steak, but with a sigh, she went about gathering the rest of the things she’d need to make the food.
“How long will it be, honey?” Adrien asked, standing in the kitchen entryway.
Camila looked over her shoulder. He wore a smirk, as if he’d known exactly what she’d done when she reached the kitchen. She suppressed the shudder she felt building and said, “Half hour, maybe?”
He gave a sharp nod. “I’ll set the table.” He moved toward her, his hand skimming over her back as he opened the utensils drawer.
Camila grabbed a pan and added butter. She found the salt and pepper and seasoned the steaks before adding them to the pan.
“It’s too bad we don’t have any garlic or onions. That would have added great flavor,” he commented as if they were really husband and wife and this were just an ordinary night at home, and there wasn’t a dead body in the basement. “We’ll just have to make do for a while though, till things cool down and my arm heals. Then I’ll make a trip to the store.”
Camila couldn’t believe how delusional he was, but she figured it would be better to play along as much as she could. She didn’t want to give him any reason to hit that button on the remote, and until she could get it away from him, or get the collar off, she was going to be the best actress on the planet. “I’m sure there is plenty here for us to work with.”
“Now, that is a good attitude to have.” He smiled at her and it made her a bit nauseous.
How do actresses deal with this shit? Pretending to like things they don’t? Samuel had better find me fast!
Camila gave him a tight smile and turned her back to add the green beans to a sauce pan. Luckily, they had a pull tab top, and she didn’t have to hunt for a can opener.
“When I was downstairs, I saw we have plenty of canned goods. I’ll bring up more tomorrow. Maybe we can rearrange the kitchen. Get rid of some of these knick knacks, and use it for food storage. How does that sound?” He came up behind her and she felt his hips press into her ass.
She nodded and swallowed hard. “Fine.”
“Good girl,” he commented and swatted her ass again. “I also found some liquor. I must have forgotten setting it down there for safe keeping.”
Camila looked at him, confused. He forgot he put it down there? What the fuck?