Ana glanced at him for a moment, then shifted her gaze to her feet.
What kind of sick joke is this? She wondered.
“Stop this joke, please,” she said, continually looking at her feet.
“Do you think I am joking?” Edward’s voice carried both demand and warning simultaneously. Ana sensed it but couldn't move a muscle due to embarrassment.
“Please,” she pleaded, closing her eyes, hoping this moment would pass quickly, and she could move on to the next scene of life. She wished for a fast forward or Edward’s mercy. Craving to push him out of the changing area, she knew the man had no limits.
Edward abruptly placed his hand on her lower waist and pulled her towards him. Ana, shocked, collided with his chest as he twisted her hand back, securing her in a compromising position.
“Listen, I am
