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push down again and nothing.
    “All the doors in the house and on this property require separate codes to open and close,” Mr. Whitlock said.
    I jumped and screamed in shock, turning to face him. He was sitting on the stairs watching me with a look of amusement. And dear God was he beautiful. So beautiful in fact, that I didn’t realize I was standing there the closest to being naked in front of a man as I ever had been, until he leaned back against the steps and let his eyes wander down my  body. I quickly pulled the shirt around myself feeling my face turn crimson from embarrassment.
    “Don’t hide yourself from me, Ms. Riley. I quite enjoy looking at you. I have from the first day I saw you,” he said quietly.
    “How do you know my name?” I finally blurted out.
    He looked at me suspiciously for a moment, before a look of understanding dawned on his face. I watched Mr. Whitlock as he got to his feet and make his way toward me. He stopped a few inches away from me and ran a finger down the side of my face.
    “It will all come back to you, Ms. Riley. You’ll remember who I am and why you’re here. You’ll remember the deal we made and you’ll remember what I expect of you so far. I would, however, like to make a small request,” he said in a soft tone.
    I was so mesmerized by his touch that I knew I would damn near agree to anything he wanted from me. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as he used his other hand to gently pry my hands away from the shirt. He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me close to him.
    “Yes?” I asked in a whisper.
    Mr. Whitlock leaned his face down toward me, his lips hovering a mere breath away from mine.
    “I want you to take your clothes off. I want you to come upstairs with me. I want to fuck you, Ms. Riley. I desperately want to feel you from the inside. I want to revel in you tightening around me,” he whispered, pressing himself against me.
    What?
    I snapped out of my “trance” immediately and pushed him away. I wrapped the shirt around myself and stepped back until I was flat against the door.
    “No thank you,” I replied evenly. “I don’t think I want my first time to be with a total stranger. In fact, I know I don’t.”
    He smiled as he put a hand on either side of my face. He had me trapped against the door and a half smile was sitting on his gorgeous face.
    “Your first time?” he asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “But it wouldn’t be your first time, Ms. Riley,” he replied mysteriously.
    “Mr. Whitlock, I have to disagree. I have yet to have sex. With anyone. Now if you would be so kind as to punch the code into the door, I’d like to get the hell out of here,” I said uneasily.
    “I understand,” he said with a heavy sigh. He leaned against the door next to me and pursed his lips before he spoke again. “I won’t let you out just yet since that would be a violation of our agreement. And as for my request; I just thought you’d want to be awake this time to enjoy it.”

Eight
    I was sitting on the bedroom floor absolutely numb to his words; I just thought you’d want to be awake this time to enjoy it. Was he telling me the truth? Was it a mind game? How would I ever know?
    Mr. Whitlock’s footsteps echoed as he started to climb the stairs. I got to my feet and looked around for a way out. The window. If I jump it won’t kill me, it’ll just hurt like hell. I took a deep breath and made my way toward the window quickly. His footsteps intensified as I put my hand on the pane and started to pull with everything that I had inside of me.
    “Open,” I grunted urgently.
    Fuck. This goddamn thing is stuck!
    “You need a code to open the windows as well,” he said from the doorway.
    “Let me out of here!” I screamed as I stubbornly pulled on the window again.
    Mr. Whitlock approached the window and gently pulled my hands away from it. He held them up for a moment, almost as if inspecting them, before he let me go and went to sit on the