Chapter 13
BlairSamson led me into the bedroom and shut the door. The bulge in the front of his pants hadn’t shrunk in the time it’d taken us to get upstairs.
“You can’t do that to me unless you’re ready for what’s coming next.”
“I’m ready,” I replied and tugged my hand from his grip.
I stalked to the mirror across from the four-poster bed, made by one of my mom’s helpers this morning, and studied my reflection in it. A coat covered my baggy sweater, and a little dot of paint stained the collar. Tight blue jeans peered out from the hem and disappeared into the tops of my ankle boots. Nothing to phone home about.
I tossed my hair and looked at Samson’s reflection. He stood near the entrance, arms folded.
“Get naked,” he said. “Now.”
I stripped off my coat and tossed it to one side.
