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proudly and Aislinn shook her head and then waited. He stood there for a few seconds and finally he laughed. “Yeah, I will let you get cleaned up, and then we can talk.”
    Whatever , she thought and waited while the man walked out of the room. Quickly she jumped from the bed and ran for the bathroom. When she threw open the door and saw the inside of the room, she paused and then groaned loudly when she saw the overdone luxurious bathroom, with no freaking phone. With a grunt she slammed the door and locked it, pissed she was left helpless and vulnerable.
    “Now what?” she muttered to herself. Aislinn looked up at her reflection, jumping at what stared back. She looked worse than she did after a Tequila-all-nighter. Mascara ringed her eyes, taking on a keen resemblance of a raccoon. At this point, she was pretty sure even the raccoon would look better. Her hair stuck up around her face wildly as if she had endured an F5 tornado. What the heck? How long was I out? She knew she needed an escape plan, but so far, they weren’t holding her at gunpoint. There was no room for rash decisions.
    She needed a solid plan to escape, which meant feeling out her captors and gaining information about her location. With a sigh, she stepped back, seeing the shower for the first time. It was almost bigger than her whole house! Showerheads were lined along all the walls, ceiling, and even the floor. It was like a human car wash!
    Aislinn knew she needed to hatch a plan and feel out her captors, but a nice hot shower definitely wouldn’t hurt. They were men after all, and whatever their plans might hold for her, the power of feminine persuasion would work better to her advantage if she didn’t look a mess and actually resembled a woman. There wasn’t any debating it. Before she talked herself out of it, she cranked the water on and stepped out of her clothes.
    The hot water shooting against her from every angle was heavenly. She looked around for soap and shampoo, surprised to find feminine lilac scented body wash with a matching purple loofa beside bottles of hair products. If they were trying to make her smell and look nice, things might be worse than she had originally believed.
    The news had been plagued with stories of women being kidnapped and drugged to sell as sex slaves all over New Orleans, but the idea of it being reality hadn’t crossed her mind until now. What if that’s why she was here? What drugs had they given her? Hell, more importantly, how long had she been here? The tightness in her muscles returned, erasing what the hot water had so wonderfully eased in vain. She rushed to finish, wanting to find an escape route before it was too late. It dawned on her that she hadn’t seen a towel, much less have clean clothing to put on, and she groaned. Reluctantly, she turned off the shower knob and stepped out into the steam filled room.
    A stack of jumbo luxurious fluffy bath towels sat atop a shelf beside the shower. She grabbed one, momentarily sidetracked by its lush softness. She neatly wrapped one around her and wound her hair up in another, and returned to the vanity.
    Jex knew he shouldn’t be using magic, but having a pissed off female was worse than dealing with Drakk or the humans. The towels were a necessity. The clothing, well, that was optional. He hoped she decided on the ‘optional’ option, but had zapped her an outfit similar to the skirt and top she had worn before. The sexy black and baby pink lace panties and bra he left had been a guess.
    Over an hour later, she stepped from the new bathroom, and he waited anxiously with a welcoming grin. The scowl she shot him wasn’t the reaction he had been hoping for. He hesitated, unsure what to say. “How was your shower?” There. Safe, casual, and given the over the top powder room he had provided, there was no way she could deny it was anything but amazing. The red skirt swiveled around her calves, gracefully draping from her small frame. The thin black