While she brushed her teeth, she actually pressed her ear to the mysterious locked door and stopped scrubbing her toothbrush over her pearly whites, hoping to hear something. What she was listening for, she couldn’t even guess. She highly doubted he had someone tied to the wall or something. Ridiculous. She finished getting ready and had gotten halfway through David’s room when she spied the first Post-it Note. It was on his bed and it simply read. I want to fuck you here. Pulling the paper off his blanket, she sighed as she took in the sight of his huge and luxurious mattress, thinking she wanted to fuck him there as well. But before she turned to leave her eyes strayed to that bookcase. It was so ironic that she’d fashioned the frogs in her paintings after James Bond, and not only did he pick up on it, but he was actually like the character. A secret dungeon behind a book case? How cool was that? “Leave before you’re tempted,” she whispered and forced herself to go. She wasn’t going sneak in there.
