19As Harry’s Jaguar sped off into the night, another black-uniformed Hill Financial driver got into the front seat of the limousine, while Zeke climbed into the back seat with Kate. “Please, Captain,” she asked, “May I have my clothes?”
“After I’ve cleaned you up, Miss,” he replied. To her everlasting gratitude he pushed the button to raise the smoked glass barrier. As the car headed north on Highway 101 toward home, Zeke positioned her facing away from him so he could rub her arms where she’d been restrained and massage her shoulders and neck. After a few minutes, she was transformed from reluctant victim to satisfied patient. He pulled her back onto his lap and held her close. She tensed up, half-expecting he was going to f**k her. Her suspicions seemed to be confirmed when he put his r
