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basement door and realized it
was closed, so much for my grand exit.

 

Chapter 4

 
    I somehow managed to make it down the stairs without falling
on my face after Shane had opened the basement door for me. There had been a
few close calls but now I stood safely in the middle of Shane’s room waiting
for him to find the key to the handcuffs. My annoyance at the situation was
definitely being magnified by the wine I had consumed.

 
    “Why don’t you have a seat on the bed,” Shane called from
the corner of his lamp lit room. Did this family not believe in overhead
lighting? I thought snarkily.

 
    “Maybe if you turned on more lights you’d be able to find
the key faster,” I muttered half under my breath as I made my way to his bed,
the rumpled covers from my earlier nap beckoning me.

 
    I stood at the edge of the bed wondering how I was going to
sit down in a dignified manner. I wasn’t exactly graceful on a good day, so
being inebriated, with my hands secured behind my back was going to turn this
simple task into a challenging feat. I could just flop down on my stomach but
then I’d have to turn my head to one side so I could breathe. Laying on my back
with my hands digging into my back didn’t seem like a good option either.
Sitting on the edge of the bed held the most appeal but there was a good chance
that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself balanced. Landing either on my side on
the bed or on the floor in an undignified heap seemed to be a likely outcome.

 
    Option three seemed to be the most comfortable course of
action, so with a glance over my shoulder to make sure Shane was still busy
searching and not watching what was sure to be a moment I’d prefer to never
remember, I turned and slowly lowered myself to the bed. Think of it as a
squat , I coached myself hoping that I would soon be released. I felt the
mattress squish against the back of my thighs and I sighed in relief, I’d done
it. Grabbing fistfuls of covers as best I could, I carefully scooted myself
further back onto the bed until the backs of my legs rested against the side of
the mattress.

 
    Satisfied that I was no longer in danger of landing on the
floor I glanced at the corner to see if Shane had succeeded in finding the key,
but he wasn’t there. A quick scan revealed he wasn’t in the other corner of the
room either; I was just about to call out when I heard an amused chuckle
directly in front of me.

 
    “You should see your face right now,” Shane said stepping
away from what I had previously thought was a wall of mirrors but was, in fact,
mirrored doors to a walk in closet. Dangling between his fingers was what I
assumed was the key to my freedom.

 
    I chose to ignore his comment and waited impatiently for him
to approach the bed. Sitting like this was starting to make my shoulders ache.
Instead of focusing on my discomfort I chose to focus on the way the shadows
played on Shane’s skin as he watched me intently from his place in front of the
mirror.

 
    If I looked hard enough I could just make out my reflection.
Seeing myself sitting on Shane’s bed with my hands cuffed behind me, waiting
for him, started a delicious fantasy in which he hadn’t cuffed me in front of a
room full of people. Instead, upon waking me earlier in the evening Shane had
continued where my dream left off...

 
    “One more kiss?” Shane asked with a playful grin and I
nodded.

 
    I could feel my heart starting to beat faster as he put a
hand on either side of my head as his face lowered to mine. I could feel his
warm breath feather across my face as he exhaled slowly before gently touching
his lips to mine. A low moan built in the back of my throat as he deepened the
kiss but was cut short when he pulled back slightly and looked at me through
hooded eyes.

 
    “Why did you stop?” I complained.

 
    “You only asked for one kiss, Lex.” That damn dimple
appeared again as he continued to watch me.

 
    “You don’t