Chapter Thirty-One
Taz felt a sense of dread entwine her throat. He was closing-in on the truth and she was alone in his apartment with no escape.
“Take off your clothes,” he said smoothly, caressing the words with his tongue. “I want to see your nude body.”
Taz had to work at keeping her hands unclenched, her shoulders loose. She steadied herself and looked toward the guard standing by the door, her hopes all but dashed. “With him; standing there?”
“Don’t be so God damned particular. Show me your cunt. I want to see all of it.”
Taz nodded, slumped into a chair across from his and began picking at the laces of her knee high boots. “I see what you mean, now.”
“Now?”
“Yes.” Taz stood and began unbuttoning her shirt. “About the vodka.”
She shuffled off the black denim shirt and stood
