ZARA
“Good girl,’’ those words made me remember how his voice behind me made the air on my neck stand whenever he was close to me.
“Where are we going?” I asked him as he looked around, outside the restroom of fear that we are being watched.
“Do I need my security to drive behind us?” I asked as he walked back towards me.
“That won't be necessary darling,” he said with a fake British accent and placed his hands behind my back as he led me out of the building.
I tried to keep still, to walk normally. But I couldn't. The feeling of Matthew's hands on my back makes me nervous and hot.
And all I'm remembering right now is the feeling of his hands on all of my body parts.
Is that his goal? His endgame. To get me so turned on and once we get to whenever he is taking me I'll just throw my
