Panic fills her face. She turns toward the window and taps the wood faster.
"Is something wrong with that?" I ask.
She reaches for her neck and grasps her collar, admitting, "They put one on me last night."
"To bring you here?"
She shakes her head. "No. Yes, they did, but I meant my father's men. It was just briefly."
Anger rages through me, thinking about what her father's done to her. And I'm not thinking straight because I should have asked her this morning what the men look like or if she knows their names. They're going to see my wrath as well. I file it in the back of my mind for another discussion and soften my tone, asking, "But you allowed them to blindfold you to come here?"
She looks at her list, lifts her chin, and asserts, "Yes. It's fine. Umm..." She swallows hard.
I wait for her to continue, not sure if I should push the blindfold issue or not. I need to know if she's got some sort of PTSD from it. I don't want to trigger her.
Her face turns maroon as she blurts out, "What if you don't fit?"
"Sorry? I'm not following. Can you be clearer?" I ask.
"In me." She looks down at her finger, which is tapping like she's a master typist. She adds, "You're pretty big."
I do everything I can to not laugh. I put my hand over her finger and demand, "Blakely, look at me."
Mortified, she obeys but winces when her eyes meet mine.
I firmly state, "I assure you that you and I will fit together."
"How do you know?"
I can't control it anymore and smile. "I just know."
My assurance doesn't seem to convince her. She asks, "Are you going to hurt me?"
"When I penetrate you? No."
She points out, "The contract discusses bruises. And hot and cold play. I don't want to be lit on fire."
I lose all sense of control and chuckle.
"It's not funny!" she reprimands.
I neutralize my reaction. "Sorry. I will not be setting you on fire. Promise."
"No?"
"No. And I assure you, any pain you feel will result in a high you've never felt before," I claim.
She stares at me.
"What else is on your list, pet?"
"Where do I go for the lab tests?"
"Have you been tested before?" I question.
She nods.
"When?"