“Pretty girls like you should not be in a place like this.” His voice is deep and husky. What I wouldn’t give for him to force me to my knees and tell me I’m a good girl. “Pretty girls have fantasies about this shit,” I mumble under my breath, and he lets my hair go. “Is that right? Well, I’ll give you a head start, and I suggest you don’t get caught. Because men like me will take what they want.” Turning back, I look at him over my shoulder. Could he be for real or is this all part of the act? “Three . . .” I don’t wait for him to count further—there is only one way to find out.
