See? She was still under the covers and nothing had happened. What could he do anyway? It was nice and cozy in here. Maybe she’d just stay here for the rest of the time she was stuck in this room.
Sure, it might start smelling a bit funky if she didn’t get up and shower. Although how long had it been since she’d showered?
“Eek!” she cried out as the bed covers were dragged off her.
Well, shit.
Why hadn’t she thought about him doing that?
Dummy.
Then she felt a cool breeze on her backside and realized that she was only wearing a man’s T-shirt. Which she guessed belonged to Webb, since he was the one who’d brought it to her.
It had obviously ridden up, and she frantically reached down to tug it back over her ass.
Then she turned to glare at Zander. He stared down at her unrepentantly, his arms crossed over his wide chest. He looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. The scruff on his face had gotten longer. That bright blue gaze ate her up, then seemed to find her wanting if his frown was any indication.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, attempting to sit up. But her still aching ribs slowed her down. And her cheek throbbed mercilessly with every movement.
“I warned you,” he told her.
Pimple-butt.
“I could have been naked.”
“You aren’t naked.”
“But I could have been. You didn’t know that I wasn’t.”
He shrugged as though it was no big deal.
“You don’t get to see me naked,” she muttered.
“I didn’t say I wanted to see you naked,” he replied.
Ouch. Way to just put that out there. She got it. He wasn’t attracted to her. “No need to rub it in.”
“No need to rub what in?” he asked.
Now that she was sitting with her butt properly covered up, she turned to glare at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his gaze moving over her face. “Is your cheek swollen? Did you hit it on something?”
Yeah, she wasn’t going to answer those questions.
“Are you going to apologize?” she demanded instead. Time for a distraction. She was quite good at those.
“For what?”
“Pulling the covers off me like you did.” Disappearing for days without explanation. But she wasn’t going to tell him that and have him know that he’d hurt her.
“Why would I apologize for that? I warned you beforehand. You should have heeded it. Everyone knows that you have to obey by the count of three or else.”
“Really? Well, why didn’t I think of that?”
“What do you mean?” He gave her a puzzled look.
“I’m going to give you to the count of three,” she told him. “And if you haven’t unlocked that door and let me go free, there will be consequences.”