Not that she’d intended to lie to him, but telling a portion of the truth would have been smarter than dumping the whole mess on him at once. Yet there it was, in all its screwed-up glory. And his response wasn’t reassuring. Not the part where he didn’t say anything. No, it was the shell-shocked look on his face that told her she’d said too much too soon. She’d been emotionally slutty. Excellent. Time to redress her emotions. A straitjacket and ball gag ought to do the job. Maybe a blindfold. Her poker face sucked at the moment. Nothing about this situation worked in her favor. “So, what do I have to do to get you to let me up?” She could break free but didn’t want to put Dominic on the defensive. Again. She cleared her throat. “I mean, if this is your version of bedroom games, I’m sure we can negotiate, maybe find a reasonable compromise?” The last was meant to be assertive, a solid statement, not a tentative question. Closing her eyes and drawing a deep breath, she tried not to think about the fact she was bound.
