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embarrassed I have gotten caught. “What the fuck is your problem?” I yell back.
    Within seconds, the shower curtain is whipped back and he bends down to turn off the fading hot water. He grabs my towel wraps it around me, and pulls me out of the shower. All the while I stare at him in bewilderment. This man is so confusing to me. One minute he acts almost if he hates me, then the next he’s wrapping me in a towel and carrying me to the bed.
    “I don’t understand you,” I admit. 
    His jaw tenses, and he leaves me sitting on the bed. He walks over to his bag he brought himself, and pulls out something. I can’t see it until he turns around...rope. What does he need rope for? I tighten the grip on my towel, as if it somehow can help me. I have a million thoughts of what he wants to do with that rope, but what he actually does with it, makes me hate him.

 
    While driving back to the motel after finding Karen, I think hard what to do with her. Karen is going to keep running. I’m not stupid. I saw how she looked at me after I took out that scumbag. She still has no idea I saved her from a brutal raping. This part of Texas is the worst. There are always nice looking guys with their nice cars looking for women like Karen. I want to tell her I saved her. Tell her she should be grateful I came for her when I did. I knew the guy I killed. He was the main one taking care of the women, offering them a ride, then taking the girls to that shit hole of a house, then let his friends rape them. All for a price of course. Karen has no idea what I did. She probably never will. Some days I want to tell her everything and lay all my shit out on the table. But I can’t. The last time I told someone I cared about my fucked up past, well let’s just say that didn’t end so well. For them. 
    I am pleased she shows no resistance as I lead her inside, and the first thing she does, is go to that fucking bathroom and shuts the damn door. I run my hands through my hair hating that we are right back to where we were nearly two hours ago. I want to punish her for her running off like that and putting herself in danger. I want to spank her ass until I make her beg for a release, but I don’t. I hold off. Instead, I open the door on her undressing. 
    “What the fuck? Ever hear of knocking?” She all but yells at me, as she covers herself.
    I stare at her, knowing what she is doing. She thinks I don’t see how much she wants me. How much she is attracted to me. What she doesn’t know, is how her breathing will change when I come close to her. She doesn’t know her pupils dilate or how her lips open just a little, breathing my smell in. She has no fucking clue.
    “What are you doing?” She screams at me.
    I ignore her as I take the door off its hinges. I set the door on the wall beside the TV. I don’t want her shutting herself in the bathroom again. It’s her way of shutting me out and I can’t have that. 
    I hear the water running and it turns me on that Karen doesn’t care if I can see her naked or not. She just does her own thing, not caring about anyone else. Plus it isn’t like I haven’t seen her naked before. Granted, I held back when we did fuck. I don’t think she would trust me if I had shown her the real me. I also didn’t want to freak the hell out of her with what I really wanted to do to her. The thought of her liking it thrilled me even more. 
    I am waiting as patiently as I can to get her where I want her. But dammit to hell, that plan all but blew up in my face. Fucking Dominic. I watch her shower for a few minutes and I like that she is putting on a little show for me. My little vixen is getting turned on by it. I slowly back away from the bathroom. 
    I sit on the bed and try to give Karen a little bit of her privacy. I want to watch her wash those perfect tits. I want to help as well, but with what I am about to do, I think it will be best to at least give her soon time alone. I get up and start to pace