She was starting to go a bit insane. Or at least she thought that was what was happening. Because the idea of giving into her feelings for Zander was really starting to sound plausible.
She had to fight to act unaffected by him. To keep herself from touching him, hugging him, begging him to hold her back.
She didn’t know what had happened to Webb or the others, but she hadn’t seen anyone else since she’d returned from her dental visit.
Maybe this was part of Zander’s plan to make her dependent on him.
And damn him, if it was, then it was working.
The door opened and she forced herself to stay still. The pain in her mouth had disappeared and she was now able to eat pretty much anything. Unfortunately, everything Zander brought for her was super healthy. She was dying for a piece of chocolate or some ice cream.
But she was not going to ask him.
She also missed reading. Desperately. There were no books in here, not even a magazine.
If he was trying to send her insane from boredom, it was working. And she really needed to figure how to get out of here. Time was wasting.
She would have to take her chances out there if she was going to help her sister.
“I have your reward.”
Her reward? Her reward for what? And why did her body start heating at those words?
Oh, because you’re a sex-starved hussy who apparently equates rewards with orgasms.
Wouldn’t that be nice? The more time she spent with him, the more restless she became. The more she wished she could make herself come. But there was no privacy here. Anyone could walk in at any time.
And that was just what she needed, to be caught masturbating.
“What reward?” she asked, interested despite herself. When she sat up, her eyes widened at the cage he was carrying.
It was white and had a small name plate on the front that said, Joseph Herbert Mouse. Inside was a white mouse with a top hat and walking cane.
Not a real mouse. Of course.
The cage hung from a small chain.
“What do you think? Shall I hang him from here?” He held one end of the chain up to the ceiling.
“What is he?”
“A mouse, of course.”
“Yes, I know. But why is he here?”
“He’s for you.”
For her? Why would he buy her that?
“You like mice.”
Well, she didn’t exactly like mice. If she saw a real one, she’d probably scream and jump up on whatever piece of furniture was closest. But she guessed he thought that because of Squeaks. Oh, and herPinky and the Brainpajamas.
“Um, I already have a mouse.”
“And now Squeaks has a companion.”
He pressed a stick-on hook onto the ceiling, then hooked up the chain so the cage hung down.