Her mouth dropped open. God, the thing was so huge and incredible. Marble floors and columns were in the doorway to the right. She’d never seen a place like this in her life.
She tried paying attention to what the men said, but her limbs were shaking, and she felt incredibly tired.
She gasped when he picked her up. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Why didn’t you tell me you hurt your foot?” Dominic said.
When she concentrated on it, she felt a slicing pain on the bottom of her foot. “I didn’t know I got hurt.”
“We’ll take care of you.”
He took her up a set of stairs, down a long hallway, and into a large room with a bed. Her thoughts were so jumbled that she couldn’t concentrate, so she let him take care of her.
When he started to undress her, she freaked out.
“Baby, you can’t do this by yourself. You need me,” Dominic said.
She wished she could fight, but she was so tired she could have easily gone to sleep sitting there.
What did it matter? She couldn’t fight him anyway, andthere was no way she was getting in bed with the grime and dirt that covered her.
He threw the sweatshirt aside before undressing. Her eyes were blurry, so she couldn’t really see his body. Fortunately, he kept his boxers and her underwear on.
He lifted her again like she weighed nothing.
“Stand on your good foot, baby, and hang on to me.”
He never let her go as he washed and conditioned her hair and then soaped her body. She jerked and looked down when she felt his skin against her breasts. She was unaware when he took off her underwear. Since he was taking care not to touch her intimately, she didn’t fight it.
Dominic carried her out of the shower and held her as he dried her body before wrapping a towel around her. He set her back on the towel on the counter before he stripped off his boxers and wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Let’s soak your foot a bit before we start working on it.”
He filled the sink with warm water and added some liquid soap. She watched him in a daze because she could not concentrate on what he was saying.
As the sink was filling, he pulled on some clean, dry boxers and sleep pants one of the other men had brought them. He went through the pile and pulled out a long white nightgown.
“Let’s get this on you, baby.” He helped her slide it on over the towel. Just doing that helped her nerves. After the sink was filled halfway, he gently set her foot in it, so it rested on the outside and didn’t press on the glass in the bottom of her foot.
She jerked when she felt him start to squeeze the water from her hair. “What are you doing?”
“I’m drying your hair. I want you comfortable so you can sleep easily. I’m going to use this dryer.”
She nodded and sat there feeling like she was in a dream. Everything was surreal. How did she go from the possibility ofgetting gang raped and killed to having this man take such good care of her?
She stared at him. “Why are you doing this?”
“What? Helping you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Dominic ran his fingers through her hair as he dried it. “Because I can’t stand the thought of a woman or child getting hurt.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, there’s more, but you’re going down fast. You’re not going to be able to keep your eyes open too much longer.”
She nodded. She was leaning against the mirror, and it was next to impossible to keep her eyes open.