She tried to turn on her side but something held her firm. Her eyes opened to soft lights around her and a face hovered just over hers. “Easy,” Chase rasped. “You’re safe.” Memory returned. She was delusional, fantasizing that her sexy client had come to her rescue. His eyes were an incredible mocha brown with swirls of blue, as striking as his handsome, tan face. He had the best lips. They were full and lush, the kind she guessed would be wonderful to kiss. Chase Woods was a guy who probably did everything really well. She lay on something soft and comfortable with her upper body slightly elevated so her head was higher than her legs. Dirt no longer clung to her skin from lying on the basement floor. It took effort to look away from Chase to glance at her surroundings. The room was spacious and a fire burned in a brick-rimmed fireplace. The bed she rested on was large with silky black sheets. She stared at Chase again. “You need to help me help you.” “Okay.” She would do anything he wanted as long as it kept her mind from returning to the hellish nightmare of the dank basement.
