Chapter Seven
Alexxia couldn’t see a thing.
Conrad insisted on blindfolding her before they left his office. When he helped her off the couch, her whole body ran cold. She wanted to take the blanket with her, but she knew she’d get it dirty so she didn’t ask. She entrusted herself to him, though she had no way of knowing whether he was trustworthy.
“Take my hand. Like that. Good.” He spoke right into her ear, and the intensity of his warm breath weakened her further. “I’m going to put my arm around your waist to guide you. Is that all right?”
“Yes.” Anything for a drink.
She’d forgotten how loud the music was until Conrad opened his office door. It found her bones like an assault, shaking her so hard she trembled in his arms.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You’re with me. No
