“Out of sight. Away from the prying eyes of your asshole ex.” She twists the fabric in her fingers, then wraps it around my head.“Bite down. It’s clean, promise. Won’t taste great, but the plan is to not need it for long.”
My “why” is more of a muffled grunt as I do what she says. She’s right—it tastes terrible. I’m not loving the dry cotton in mymouth.
Bambi sighs as she tightens the knot behind my head. “Because if things do go south, it will be better for you if you look like anunwilling participant. A captive, Clara,” she adds a little impatiently when she sees the questions in my eyes. “Think about it:if Martin does find you, would he beat you up for being a kidnapping victim? No? What about if you were the woman warmingmy boss’s bed?”
Shit. She has a point.
“That’s what I thought
