“You’re being rude!”
Broad shoulders shrugged as he bent over and his hands flattened on the bed. He stared at her and inched closer as she continued to put space between them until the back of her head bumped the wall. She was trapped. The mattress dipped from his weight as he lay down along the outer side of the bed and stretched out fully on his back. One hand swept behind his neck to grab his long hair and he piled above his head as he stared at her.
“Lie down next to me and stroke my chest.”
“No.”
A soft growl rumbled from him as his angry gaze fixed on her. “Alli.” He said her name in a way that gave her chills. “Come to me now and don’t force me to make you.”
Shit. She wasn’t exactly afraid but was leery of him for sure. The bed wasn’t big enough to get away and she was within his reach if he just shot a hand out to grab her. He watched her, not moving until he took a deep breath.
“Please.”
That one word softened her resolve to refuse his demand. She inched closer to him, not sure what he’d do, but he just held still until she stretched out on her side after adjusting her skirt. Her hand trembled when she lifted it and touched his chest. His eyes closed as she stroked him softly.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Chapter Seven
The bed shifting violently jerked Alli awake and she realized she’d drifted to sleep. The room had grown noticeably darker and she stared at 880. He wasn’t on the bed any longer but instead stood next to it with his back to her. His attention focused on the open door. Her gaze followed his.
Tiger stepped into sight as he reached the doorway and paused. “Hello. I brought her things.” He held out her gym bag. “Here.” Tiger studied her. “Are you well?”
She sat up and checked her skirt, it was still below her knees. “I’m fine. We took a nap.”
880 stalked forward and took the bag by the strap. “Thank you. Leave now.”
Tiger’s mouth opened but he backed up. “Fine. Trisha and Justice aren’t sure what you’re up to but as long as Dr. Alli agrees to be here, she can stay. Just know there is an officer down the hall.”
Alli wasn’t sure if Tiger meant it as a warning to 880 or a reminder to her that help wasn’t far away.
“Leave,” 880 demanded.
“You really need to learn manners. You’re welcome.”
Tiger spun on his heel and left. 880 turned to face her and approached the bed. He dropped her bag and bent, unzipping it. His hands delved inside to scoop out her belongings.
“What are you doing?”
He shot her a glare and held up a pair of her sweatpants. He studied them before letting them fall on the bed. The nightshirt she’d asked for was inspected next. He read the words and frowned over the picture on it.
“Why do you have a shirt that says ‘bite me’? Who has red canines?”
Embarrassment hit. “It is a shirt from a popular vampire show. Please put it down and stop going through my stuff.”
“Who is vampire and why do you want him to bite you?” Anger flashed in his eyes as he stared at her. “You said you didn’t have a male.”
“It’s not a who. It’s a…oh hell. They aren’t real. It’s a show on television.”
He dropped the nightshirt shirt and he held up her panties next. They looked small pinched between his thumb and index finger while he studied them. Alli launched to her knees and tried to grab them out of his hold but his reflexes were better as he jerked them higher, out of reach.
“Give those to me!”
“Behave,” he ordered as he grabbed the other side of them and used his fingers to open the waist as if she were inside them. His gaze left them to stare at her skirt. “These do not resemble the underwear they tried to give me. Where is the rest of the material? The slit in the front? Where is the back of them? I don’t understand why we now must wear something under our pants.”
“Those are bikini cut and women’s panties don’t have slits.” She
Broad shoulders shrugged as he bent over and his hands flattened on the bed. He stared at her and inched closer as she continued to put space between them until the back of her head bumped the wall. She was trapped. The mattress dipped from his weight as he lay down along the outer side of the bed and stretched out fully on his back. One hand swept behind his neck to grab his long hair and he piled above his head as he stared at her.
“Lie down next to me and stroke my chest.”
“No.”
A soft growl rumbled from him as his angry gaze fixed on her. “Alli.” He said her name in a way that gave her chills. “Come to me now and don’t force me to make you.”
Shit. She wasn’t exactly afraid but was leery of him for sure. The bed wasn’t big enough to get away and she was within his reach if he just shot a hand out to grab her. He watched her, not moving until he took a deep breath.
“Please.”
That one word softened her resolve to refuse his demand. She inched closer to him, not sure what he’d do, but he just held still until she stretched out on her side after adjusting her skirt. Her hand trembled when she lifted it and touched his chest. His eyes closed as she stroked him softly.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Chapter Seven
The bed shifting violently jerked Alli awake and she realized she’d drifted to sleep. The room had grown noticeably darker and she stared at 880. He wasn’t on the bed any longer but instead stood next to it with his back to her. His attention focused on the open door. Her gaze followed his.
Tiger stepped into sight as he reached the doorway and paused. “Hello. I brought her things.” He held out her gym bag. “Here.” Tiger studied her. “Are you well?”
She sat up and checked her skirt, it was still below her knees. “I’m fine. We took a nap.”
880 stalked forward and took the bag by the strap. “Thank you. Leave now.”
Tiger’s mouth opened but he backed up. “Fine. Trisha and Justice aren’t sure what you’re up to but as long as Dr. Alli agrees to be here, she can stay. Just know there is an officer down the hall.”
Alli wasn’t sure if Tiger meant it as a warning to 880 or a reminder to her that help wasn’t far away.
“Leave,” 880 demanded.
“You really need to learn manners. You’re welcome.”
Tiger spun on his heel and left. 880 turned to face her and approached the bed. He dropped her bag and bent, unzipping it. His hands delved inside to scoop out her belongings.
“What are you doing?”
He shot her a glare and held up a pair of her sweatpants. He studied them before letting them fall on the bed. The nightshirt she’d asked for was inspected next. He read the words and frowned over the picture on it.
“Why do you have a shirt that says ‘bite me’? Who has red canines?”
Embarrassment hit. “It is a shirt from a popular vampire show. Please put it down and stop going through my stuff.”
“Who is vampire and why do you want him to bite you?” Anger flashed in his eyes as he stared at her. “You said you didn’t have a male.”
“It’s not a who. It’s a…oh hell. They aren’t real. It’s a show on television.”
He dropped the nightshirt shirt and he held up her panties next. They looked small pinched between his thumb and index finger while he studied them. Alli launched to her knees and tried to grab them out of his hold but his reflexes were better as he jerked them higher, out of reach.
“Give those to me!”
“Behave,” he ordered as he grabbed the other side of them and used his fingers to open the waist as if she were inside them. His gaze left them to stare at her skirt. “These do not resemble the underwear they tried to give me. Where is the rest of the material? The slit in the front? Where is the back of them? I don’t understand why we now must wear something under our pants.”
“Those are bikini cut and women’s panties don’t have slits.” She
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