Page 95 of Zeus

Even if she is a plant, here on orders from Bobby or someone else, I highly doubt she would want to have sex with anyone just because she was told to do so.

"Right here?" she asks, digging her fingers into the muscles along my spine.

I grunt, the attention to that group of muscles making me tense up.

"Yep," I tell her. "Right there."

I lay there, enjoying the back massage and trying to convince myself that it isn't an abuse of the power I have as a man at this compound.

As her fingers work over every inch of my back, I sink deeper and deeper into the mattress, my entire body relaxing under her hands.

I jolt, fear growing inside me as I realize I've fallen asleep, something I normally wouldn't do in the presence of someone I don't know. It gives more credit to the likelihood that she isn't in this room because someone else placed her in my path.

I pull in a deep breath, letting it transform into a yawn as I look around the room.

Sable, a woman I don't recognize from the dossier we were provided as a potential victim of the organization, although that doesn't mean she isn't. It just means she hasn't been linked. She’s sitting on the tiny couch across the room.

"You're still here," I whisper, knowing the room is small enough that even using a conversational tone isn't needed.

"You fell asleep, and I didn't know if you wanted me to stay," she says with a shrug. "Didn't know if you wanted... more."

"That was the best back rub I've ever had," I tell her as I cross the room, taking a seat right beside her. "It was almost like anesthesia. Put me right in a coma."

"You've only been asleep for twenty minutes," she says with a laugh.

Her eyes search mine as if she's trying to figure out when I'm going to turn on her and treat her like some of the other men here have no doubt done.

I give her a sad smile, reaching down and taking her hand in mine.

She continues to look at me in a way that just breaks my heart, as if kindness is always followed up with pain or expectation.

"It was a fantastic twenty minutes," I assure her, giving her hand one final squeeze before releasing it and standing. "Now let's get you home before they send out a search party."

She doesn't argue, doesn't tell me she can stay as long as I want her here.

She trails closely behind me, waiting for me to close the door when we step outside.

"You can't walk me all the way back to my place," she whispers, as if she's telling me a secret.

"Then I'll walk you as far as I'm allowed to go," I tell her with an easy grin.

She dips her head, feet moving her in a direction we haven't had the chance to explore yet. I follow, quickly getting right into step with her.

"You're a really nice guy," she says, her voice even lower than it was a moment ago.

"I am," I say, but not in a bragging, egotistical way.

"A lot of the guys aren't."

"I'm sorry you have to deal with that."

I keep my face pointed forward, eyes searching the area as much as I can in the darkness.

"I feel like I can trust you," she says softly.

"You can," I assure her. "I promise."

I look down at her, giving her a reassuring smile I'm certain she has seen before, minutes before someone hurt her in some way.