“Go use the restroom.” He had to get her out of the room so he could remove the wrap on his ribs. His back was black and blue, but from the front he looked fine. He got rid of his shoes and socks too. Then he rummaged around in his toy bag for condoms and some lube. It sounded like Amanda wasn’t very experienced and he didn’t want to take any chances on hurting her. He waited another minute and when she hadn’t come out, he decided to go get her. “Stop futzing around and get out here.” He tested the handle and found it unlocked. Opening the door slowly, he saw she was leaning against the vanity with her hands over her face. James took her in his arms, careful to keep his back out of sight from both her and the mirrors. “I’m not going to hurt you, Amanda.” “That’s not what I’m afraid of.” “Tell me.” He had to be patient with her. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers. Every instinct told him she was ‘the one’. That was the reason he’d spent night after night sitting on a barstool hoping she’d take off the collar and enter the great hall.
