For His Taking (For His Pleasure, Book 2) (The Submission of Miss Masters, Domination, BDSM) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    “Anderson who?”
    “Have you ever seen Silence of the Lambs, Nicole?” he asked.
    She didn’t answer him. Yes, she’d seen the movie, with Anthony Hopkins and Jodi Foster. Anthony Hopkins was brilliant as the deranged serial killer, Hannibal Lector. And come to think of it, this Anderson creep actually sounded a bit like Lector from the movie. “I’m not in the mood to play games,” she told him.
    He spoke as if she hadn’t said anything. “If you recall the film, there is a running dialog between Clarice Starling, a young FBI agent trying to track a murderer, and Hannibal Lector, an imprisoned therapist who has a brilliant mind but is also a serial killer. Clarice finds that in order to elicit information from Dr. Lector, she must first provide information about the thing that interests the mad doctor most. Namely, her.”
    “I don’t get your point, and to be honest—“
    “Don’t say that,” Anderson chided her. “I’ve found that the ones who say, ‘to be honest,’ are usually lying to my face. It’s such a trite phrase, uttered primarily by compulsive liars.”
    “I don’t care whether or not you believe me,” she replied.
    “But you’re still on the line,” he reminded her. “So perhaps you do care.”
    She hung up on him. She expected him to call back, and if he had, she intended to put him through to voicemail. But he never did call back, and now Nicole was left wondering about his statements, wondering about who Anderson was and how he’d gotten her cell number.
    Another restless night of sleep, one of many in the last month or so.
    Every so often, she turned to look at the time on her cell and found that only a few minutes had passed. She started to doze around four-thirty and then she still woke up at a quarter to six.
    Nicole sat up in bed just as her phone rang. This time it really was Red. When she answered, she was struck by how chipper and awake he sounded. No tossing and turning for him—he’d probably slept on some enormous bed with temperature controlled settings to cool his pillow off when he needed it.
    “Beautiful,” he said, his deep voice pleasant and alert. “How are you?”
    “Okay. A little tired.”
    “I missed you last night,” he said. “You should have been here with me.”
    “I miss you too,” she said, smiling despite her exhaustion.
    “I’m on my way to your apartment now,” he told her. “I should be there in about half an hour.”
    “Really?” She jumped to her feet. “I don’t have time to shower and dress.”
    “Come on, you can do all that in thirty minutes. I get up, shower, shave and put on my suit every day in like twenty minutes.”
    “It’s a little different for a woman. You’ve never lived with a woman, have you?”
    He hesitated. “Well…”
    And then the phone conversation with her stalker came flooding back to her, filling her stomach with lead. That creepy voice asking her if she knew Red had been engaged before. She’d thought Anderson must be lying, but Red’s hesitation told her otherwise.
    Nicole tried to control her sense of anxiety. “You told me no woman has ever even been to your house.”
    “I mean, technically that’s true,” Red replied. “This house I’m in now is only about a year old, and no one I’ve dated has ever been here.”
    “So you basically lied to me,” she said. “You used a technicality to make me think I was special.”
    “I wasn’t trying to lie. I was just making an offhand comment at the time—I didn’t think I was in a court of law. And it was the truth, by the way.”
    “So I’ll ask you again. Have you ever lived with a woman?”
    Another pause. “Yeah. I have.”
    “For how long?” Her hand tightened on her phone until she thought she might break it.
    “I don’t know, exactly. Probably about eight months.”
    “Eight months…”
    “Listen, Nicole, we can talk about this later. I don’t think the phone is the best way to have this kind of—“
    “And