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passing moment. It was for that reason she had to stay focused on escaping him.
    “You're certainly taking your time with that food,” he commented from the bath.
    Jane tore her gaze away from the mesmerizing flames in the hearth and looked at him. Beads of water trickled down his muscular chest. The scar on his face was hardly visible in the low light. What if he were her lover, instead of her doom?
    She shrugged her shoulders and ate another piece of chicken, washing it down with a sip of the wine he'd ordered. Of course she was picking at her food. Stalling. If he thought she was going to bathe with him, he was wrong.
    “The water will get cold if you wait too long.”
    “I don't mind.”
    “I do,” he rasped. “I'm no' partial to a cold bath.”
    “Then get out.”
    Jane felt his patience snap from across the room.
    “Woman,” he growled. “Remove your clothes and get in this bath.”
    “I will when you've finished.”
    “I won't be finished until you've bathed with me.” His eyes told her he wanted to do more than bathe with her.
    “Then I guess you'll get used to the cold,” she shot out, crossing her arms over her chest.
    “I think it's the least you can do after I saved you from those road bandits.”
    Her mouth fell open. “If you hadn't kidnapped me, it never would have happened.”
    “With your family, it would have happened eventually.”
    She leapt to her feet. “I hate you!” she fumed. “I'll die before I bathe with you!”
    “Come on ... “ He crooked his finger. “Get in.”
    “You know,” she said, as her eyes drifted to the closed door. “I could leave right now.”
    “You wouldn't make it to the door,” he assured her. “And when I catch you, I'll make you do more than bathe with me.” His blue eyes glittered with anticipation.
    Jane thought it best not to push her luck, pitiful as it was. Getting away from this man with her virginity in tact was her primary concern. If all she had to do was bathe with him, then she would.
    Storming over to the bed, she sat and began pulling off her boots. It felt good to finally have them off. Her stockings were next and she massaged her feet, getting the blood circulating again. She glanced over at Gavyn . Interest flickered in his blue eyes. It was better than the disgust she normally saw there.
    She unlaced her dress and stepped out of it, folding it neatly over the back of a chair. Approaching the tub, she drew off her shift and then sank down in the warm water. Done .
    “Are you happy now?”
    He took one of her hands. “No' yet.” He slapped the bar of soap into her palm.
    “Why do you want me to do this? I can't believe you'd want my hands on you.”
    “I don't.”
    His admission made her cringe. What was so wrong with her? Her family had been awful, but she couldn't help that. Jane liked to think she took after her mother. It was only after she died that everything had gone downhill.
    “But I do want you to serve me,” he said. “The more humiliated you feel, the happier it makes me.”
    She bit down on her lip, trying not to let his cruelty upset her. Just get it over with . Then she could sleep and dream of a world without him in it. A world where she was free.
    She rose up on her knees and lathered the soap between her hands. His eyes were glued to her naked breasts as she began scrubbing him, feeling the hard muscles of his arms and chest and the soft dark hairs beneath her touch. A part of her was thrilled by having his eyes on her. Maybe she could use her dreadful situation to learn about men, to have a better understanding of what she was doing or what they would expect of her. That was one way to turn it around.
    When he cupped one of her breasts in his hand, she scooted away, but he circled an arm around her waist and dragged her back to him.
    She let the soap slip out of her hand and tried to force him away from her. “Let me go.”
    “Ah, lass, now you've dropped the soap.”
    “Please, let me go!” More urgent