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He has his back to me as I tug the dress back down over my hips.
My body still warm with desire but my mind knowing better.
I look around, rushed, scared, desperate, and see my oversized hoodie lying on the floor next to the bed. I lean over to grab it.
I need to hide my body. I need to cover up.
He is watching me when I sit back up on the bed. His eyes are hungry with need. They are dark and menacing.
I watch him too. My eyes locked onto every move he is making.
Honestly, I know that if he wants to - he can do anything he wants to me. I can’t fight him. He is almost twice my size. I wouldn’t stand a chance.
The thought, to my horror, thrills me.
I push it away, disgusted in myself.
I watch as Tuomo tries to regain some sense of control over this situation.
When he looks down at me again, his eyes are calm. “Can we talk, little bird?”
He asks so politely it seems odd given the circumstances. It’s a stupid question since I do not have a choice.
“We - we can talk.” I say, moving to the other side of the bed. I know my sweatpants are on the floor and I want them.
“Good.” He sighs in relief. “Can I pour us a drink or something?”
“I have nothing to drink.” I snap.
“Yes, you do. You have that bottle of wine your friend Hayley left here.”
My jaw drops open again. How can he know that?
The same way he knew what dress I liked.
With my feet I find my sweatpants and squat down to grab them - without taking my eyes off Tuomo. I am furious, but there is only one way out of this horrible situation.
I have to play along. Somehow. I need to appease him.
I need to find out what he came here for and why - and then I can get him to leave.
He walks to the kitchen while I tug the pants over my legs. I feel so much better covered up. I look like an idiot with the dress sticking out between the hoodie and the sweatpants, but I couldn’t care less right now.
Tuomo pours us each a glass of wine while I hover on the other side of my bed, unsure what to do with myself.
He leans across and hands me the wine, then he chuckles, eyeing me up and down.
“The sweatpants are just as cute as the dress, little bird.”
How the fuck is he making jokes now?
I take the wine and take a massive gulp. I need to calm my nerves, so I think straight.
Tuomo takes a seat on the single chair on the other side of the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed.
He hasn’t changed much. He looks more rugged, sexier, stronger. His body is more muscular, filled out and - what the fuck. Stop perving. Find out what he wants and get him out of your house.
“What did you want to talk about?” I say, trying to sound polite, but my voice is shaking.
