“Enough,” I said, more firmly. “You want to sit there? Fine. I’m leaving.”
Clutching the towel to me, I strode to the door. I flipped the lock but before I reached the latch, his heavy palm came up against the door. He didn’t block the latch or the knob. He simply leaned his weight, his thickly muscled bulk against the door and waited. This close, I could smell the faint scent of aftershave, of musk at the end of the day. His heat seeped into my back, electrifying and strangely comforting after the cold chills of fear.
“Let me go.” The command came out soft, a plea.
“I’m not doing anything to you,” he said. “Yet.”
I was confined by the unopenable door to my front, penned in by his broad body from behind. Well and truly trapped, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I wondered if that was the game. Maybe he was waiting for me to push him, to strike him. Then he could say his actions were self-defense, in whatever twisted mental world he lived in.
My throat felt tight. “I don’t want to fight you.”
“Then don’t. I think you know what I want. Do I need to spell it out for you? Ask me to.”
I swallowed. “What do I have to do for you to leave?”
“I’m going to spend the night here and we’re both going to have a good time. In the morning, I’m leaving.”
He spoke with authority, but there was a question inherent. Only one unknown. This was happening, but would I fight him?
God, I didn’t know.
I didn’t know if I could let this happen without a fight. I didn’t know if I could fight him, knowing I would lose, that I would only end up hurt. I saw my mother’s face, drawn and worried and accusing. Had this been her choice to make too?
Maybe he knew I was close because he continued, the low timbre of his voice rough and thick.
“I don’t get off on hurting women. Not too bad anyway. If you have any bruises they’ll be small and covered up by your clothes. No one needs to know what happened here. It’s nobody’s business but ours.”
He made it sound consensual. But that was what he was describing, wasn’t it? That I go along with this, that I would consent.
Or else.
And I was too scared to ask about what “or else” would mean.
“Oh God,” I sobbed against the peeling paint of the door. “I didn’t bother you. You’re a good-looking guy. You could get a regular date. Why are you doing this?”
“Thank you for the compliment. You’re a pretty girl too. We’ll be good together. This is a date, you and I. You wanted to skip the dinner part, and I allowed it. I’m not going to miss dessert.”
Chapter Four
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A sick sense of inevitability slid down my throat.
Maybe this was a regular date—what did I really know of courtship? He seemed very certain. And maybe it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. If I agreed to this crazy proposition, if I didn’t fight him, it would be just a man and a woman having sex. Wouldn’t that be better than the alternative? Even without an explicit threat, plain old mildly-bruising sex had to be better than what he might do in anger.
Unable to submit, I searched desperately, trying to think of something that could help. But I was in the far corner of a deserted motel in a truck stop well off the highway. I had no practical experience to guide me, only empty words on musty pages. Like Alice, I had stepped through the looking glass into a whole new world, foreign and sinister.
The old rules didn’t apply to this musky hotel room. There was only this man, strong and confident. There was only his mercy, to be gained through pleasing him, not angering him.
“You’re thinking too much,” he said, and I heard the first rise of frustration in his voice. His patience had a limit after all, and it was approaching on the horizon.
“Please, please,” I whispered. “Is there something else I could…anything else…?”
He scoffed. “What else could I want from you?”
Nothing. There was nothing at all, no pride, no hope.
“There now.” His voice softened. Something stirred my hair. His hand stroked down, then toyed with a damp lock. “You’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be. It doesn’t mean any