Price gave orders to the driver in Norwegian, but all I recognized was the name of the hotel. Maybe he told him to hurry. I wanted the driver to hurry before I regained my sanity. Not that I thought Price would allow me to backtrack at this point. He held my hand until the cab pulled up at the hotel doors, and only let go to pay the driver. He hurried me through the lobby to the elevators and took my hand once again as soon as the doors closed. His fingers felt warm, firm, encompassing. Demanding. If I tried to back out now, he’d insist upon my attendance. I was already under his power. Our scene had already begun. He took me down a silent hallway to his door and keyed it open, then tugged me inside and led me to the center of the room, over by the window. His room looked very much like mine, only neater. The bed was made, the sheets turned down. Everything was white in this hotel. The pillows were white, the counterpane was white, the sheets were white, the padded headboard was white, upholstered in tufted linen.
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