"Told you so. A woman like you is just begging for it."
His voice dripped with sleaze.
He yanked the fabric off my shoulder, stripping it bare, and then buried his head in the curve of my neck, inhaling so deeply it felt like he was drinking me in.
A deep, lung-filling drag.
"Damn, you smell incredible.
"Drop the act. I know you're no saint. Every time you step out to grab a package or toss the trash, you're bare as can be down below. Aren't you just begging for a strong man like me to notice?
"I've already feasted on the view every time you climb those stairs. Now I finally get a taste."
In the pitch-black room, he couldn't see my face burning crimson.
That's right. I'd been into that kind of thrill since I was young.
The rush of risk, sometimes I'd even ride the bus like that, n
