“What if I decide to scream tonight?” I ask. “I’m sure I can wake someone up.”
“Go for it,” Seth says. “Challenge me all the way, Jaci. I’ve had to be this close to you for how long now and I can’t touch you? I can’t taste you? I can’t take you?”
“You want to fuck me, Seth?” I ask.
“You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you,” he says. “Goodnight.”
Seth walks away with confidence.
He’s left me speechless.
Slightly turned on.
I look at my ankle and groan.
Oh, look, I’m still kidnapped too.
The next day I decide to try something different with Seth.
No, I’m not going to fuck him!
I get it.
He’s six-foot-three. He’s built with muscles earned from the street. He’s got scars on his face that make him hotter because the stories behind the scars are so dangerous they’re sexy as fuck.
Believe me, I’m not an idiot here.
I’ve felt my panties getting tighter against my body when he’s near me because I secretly still want him.
And every thought I have is wrong, backward, and totally messed up.
So just go along with it.
Seth brings me coffee.
He brings me breakfast.
It’s late in the morning, but everything still tastes good to me.
“Seth,” I say. “You know eventually I’ll need a shower. And a change of clothes. It’s kind of… gross.”
“I can take your panties off for you, Jaci,” he says. “Wouldn’t be the first time I did that. I can wash them too. By hand.”
“Now you sound like a creepy perv,” I say.
“Why don’t you tell me what kind of panties you want then,” he offers. “I’ll go to the store and buy a bunch. I’ll pick out what I like.”
“Again…”
“Creepy perv?” he asks.
“Totally,” I say.
“That’s my best offer,” he says. “Unless you just take your panties off and don’t wear them at all.”
“Seth,” I say. “Come on. What is this?”
“Oh, are you getting nervous now, Jaci?”