he praised. “I like a girl who can do as she’s told.” Jessica closed her eyes, she couldn’t look at him while she was exposed like this. Would he touch her? Part of her hoped he would - he was just so damned handsome in some part of her mind she ached for him. But on the other hand he was still a mystery – and perhaps a dangerous mystery. An enigmatic man who she owed money too and now she knew just how he was going demand payment, didn’t she? Potentially he could do anything to her – anything sexual, she reminded herself - she should be careful. You don’t even know his full name – were the words running riot around her head. “Fix your skirt and we’ll eat,” he said rising from the sofa and moving away. He was pleased – she was lovely and he’d enjoyed seeing her submit to his orders like that – he’d savoured her humiliation – it had aroused him. She’d be good – very good once he’d trained her properly. Was there to be nothing else? Jessica shimmied down her skirt and felt suddenly cheated. She watched the retreating figure as he went to the table and rang the bell for the waiter as if nothing had happened between them. What sort of man was he? How could he make her do that and not touch her? Darren would have been on her like a flash if she done that in front of him. Darren - his name spun in her head. What was she doing having these thoughts about another man when she should be with him?
