It was nearly ten o’clock.
And I was still sitting there, naked and alone, surrounded by melting ice and ruined sushi.
I’d tried calling—my wrists were bound but I still had my fingers and, for emergencies, my nose—but it'd gone straight to voice mail.
What if something had happened to him? How would I find out? It would be on the news, right? Billionaire Killed in Horrific Car Crash While Driving too Fast to Undisclosed Rendezvous. s****l Distraction Suspected. Oh God.
Also, what was I going to do about my…predicament? I was pretty sure David wasn’t available for assisting with ill-advised acts of self-b*****e.
I wriggled my hands back and forth and discovered I’d done a really good job of immobilizing myself. The more I tugged, the more my knots held. Which would have been great if
