5
I barely registered his apartment. I was too focused on the man and not my surroundings. There was a security guard on the ground floor of the building. Ash greeted him with a friendly "Hey, George". We rode an elevator up. Way up. There was a door, I remember that much. Ash couldn't get it open fast enough. But once inside, I noticed nothing except the bed. I only noticed that because he picked me up and carried me to it the moment he shut the door. I could have happily lain in his arms, but he set me down on the soft mattress and drew away. Every move was gentle, deliberate, as if he were being careful not to rush the moment.
Part of me relished the gentleness, but part of me wished he'd tear my clothes off and have his way with me. I stretched my arms above my head and wiggled invit
