Chapter 1
Harleen didn’t remember falling asleep, but she felt her eyes flutter softly, as though she currently woke up from some sort of slumber. What was the last thing she remembered, exactly? Andrew, she remembered Andrew standing outside her window. But what did he want with her? He wanted to take her away somewhere. It was almost romantic, actually. Harleen began to remember the scene that played out from the previous night – the fact that Andrew had thrown pebbles at her window was enough to make her heart warm at the thought. It had always been a romantic dream that a guy would do that; Rosco never did. He always slept and probably wouldn’t know what a pebble was compared to a rock or even a stone.
Harleen frowned at her scathing thoughts. She never thought like this. She knew Rosco wasn’t romantic, and she had accepted that. But there were times when she wished he was, especially when someone like Andrew did something like that.
Her body started taking into consideration the fact that she might not be in her own bedroom. In fact, the bed – the room – she was in was ridiculously unfamiliar. It resembled that of a hotel suite; the bed was a California king, the room was wide with white walls and matching carpet, there was a vanity table complete with a mirror across from the bed and against the wall while a walk-in closet stood adjacent to the right side of her bed. A large squared-shape window with the curtains drawn was on the wall next to her.
Did she stay at a hotel room with Andrew? Setting aside the fact that it looked expensive and again, quite romantic, as well as the fact that Andrew was currently nowhere to be found, Harleen had no idea where she was, and that truly scared her. Andrew didn’t seem to be the type of person to use the date-rape drug on her… A thought snapped into her mind and she glanced down. All of her clothing that she had worn before was still on her body. Okay… And, from where she was sitting, her pelvis didn’t hurt. It didn’t feel like she had been raped, but if she had been drugged, it might not hurt. Harleen didn’t know and didn’t want to claim that she did.
Instead, she tried to focus her thoughts on what had happened. Okay, she had already been over the part where Andrew had gotten her attention, and then she remembered climbing down and meeting him in the front yard. After that, they spoke to each other. Oddly enough, Harleen couldn’t quite recall just what it was that had been exchanged between the two, but she remembered the look Andrew had given her. His dark hazel eyes had sculpted her face, darkening as he asked her if she wanted to ditch Newport with him. It smoldered – that’s what it was. Those eyes of his were dangerous.
And she had said yes. What in the world would make her say yes? She had a boyfriend! Harleen had a boyfriend and her boyfriend’s name was Rosco. She wasn’t the type of girl who went gallivanting around with boys, however chiseled they might be and however smoldering their eyes were. But for some strange reason, she had said yes; she had agreed to join him on an adventure, and now here she was, stranded somewhere she wasn’t familiar with, alone.
She wondered where the hell Andrew went. If they had had sex, she would clock him. And then she’d get Rosco to beat the shit out of him. And then she’d call the cops.
But what if he didn’t rape you ? a voice asked, causing Harleen’s entire body to tense. What if he didn’t drug you and you consented to have sex with him but you just don’t remember?
Was that even possible? Okay, and even if there was a chance something like that had happened, it wasn’t likely Harleen would end up back in the clothes she had worn previously.
Suddenly, Harleen heard the door handle turn, and everything inside of her froze. She sucked in a breath and watched as the
Harleen didn’t remember falling asleep, but she felt her eyes flutter softly, as though she currently woke up from some sort of slumber. What was the last thing she remembered, exactly? Andrew, she remembered Andrew standing outside her window. But what did he want with her? He wanted to take her away somewhere. It was almost romantic, actually. Harleen began to remember the scene that played out from the previous night – the fact that Andrew had thrown pebbles at her window was enough to make her heart warm at the thought. It had always been a romantic dream that a guy would do that; Rosco never did. He always slept and probably wouldn’t know what a pebble was compared to a rock or even a stone.
Harleen frowned at her scathing thoughts. She never thought like this. She knew Rosco wasn’t romantic, and she had accepted that. But there were times when she wished he was, especially when someone like Andrew did something like that.
Her body started taking into consideration the fact that she might not be in her own bedroom. In fact, the bed – the room – she was in was ridiculously unfamiliar. It resembled that of a hotel suite; the bed was a California king, the room was wide with white walls and matching carpet, there was a vanity table complete with a mirror across from the bed and against the wall while a walk-in closet stood adjacent to the right side of her bed. A large squared-shape window with the curtains drawn was on the wall next to her.
Did she stay at a hotel room with Andrew? Setting aside the fact that it looked expensive and again, quite romantic, as well as the fact that Andrew was currently nowhere to be found, Harleen had no idea where she was, and that truly scared her. Andrew didn’t seem to be the type of person to use the date-rape drug on her… A thought snapped into her mind and she glanced down. All of her clothing that she had worn before was still on her body. Okay… And, from where she was sitting, her pelvis didn’t hurt. It didn’t feel like she had been raped, but if she had been drugged, it might not hurt. Harleen didn’t know and didn’t want to claim that she did.
Instead, she tried to focus her thoughts on what had happened. Okay, she had already been over the part where Andrew had gotten her attention, and then she remembered climbing down and meeting him in the front yard. After that, they spoke to each other. Oddly enough, Harleen couldn’t quite recall just what it was that had been exchanged between the two, but she remembered the look Andrew had given her. His dark hazel eyes had sculpted her face, darkening as he asked her if she wanted to ditch Newport with him. It smoldered – that’s what it was. Those eyes of his were dangerous.
And she had said yes. What in the world would make her say yes? She had a boyfriend! Harleen had a boyfriend and her boyfriend’s name was Rosco. She wasn’t the type of girl who went gallivanting around with boys, however chiseled they might be and however smoldering their eyes were. But for some strange reason, she had said yes; she had agreed to join him on an adventure, and now here she was, stranded somewhere she wasn’t familiar with, alone.
She wondered where the hell Andrew went. If they had had sex, she would clock him. And then she’d get Rosco to beat the shit out of him. And then she’d call the cops.
But what if he didn’t rape you ? a voice asked, causing Harleen’s entire body to tense. What if he didn’t drug you and you consented to have sex with him but you just don’t remember?
Was that even possible? Okay, and even if there was a chance something like that had happened, it wasn’t likely Harleen would end up back in the clothes she had worn previously.
Suddenly, Harleen heard the door handle turn, and everything inside of her froze. She sucked in a breath and watched as the
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