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an effort to stall for time. Maybe with a little luck someone had
heard the commotion and phoned security. However, she soon realized he was much
stronger. Without half-trying, he curled his hand around her upper arm like a
steel shackle, forcing her to walk ahead of him. As they moved closer to the
door, she realized she had to do something. She couldn’t just go with them
without a fight.
    As they reached the threshold,
desperation forced her into letting her body go limp. Maybe pretending to faint
would work to her advantage, but unfortunately her plan was short-lived. She
heard Brent release a tisk of annoyance before scooping her up and tossing her
over his shoulder like a sack of unwanted potatoes. At least he hadn’t let her
hit the floor, but his undignified solution to the problem was no less welcome.
    The gag only muffled her groan of
protest over the unladylike position. Frustrated her fainting spell hadn’t
worked she began to squirm vigorously, gaining nothing but a grunt of
irritation and a hard slap that wounded her pride more than her posterior. She
had no idea where they were going. From her vantage point, all she could see
was the back of his neatly pressed slacks and the royal blue carpet embellished
with little gold crowns.
    They hadn’t gone very far when they
paused before a door, long enough for Brent’s partner in crime to unlock and
open it for them to pass through. The short distance told Sophie they’d entered
the vacant apartment next to hers, making her recognize they were the new tenants.
They’d obviously thought of everything. The tenants who lived in the building
were extremely wealthy, valuing their privacy. Unless they had a good reason,
security would think twice before knocking on a tenant’s door to question them.
    “Something tells me we aren’t going
to get lucky where security is concerned, which means they could show up here
any minute. Keep your eye on the peephole. You know what to do if they come
knocking.” She heard Brent say over his shoulder as he continued through the
room in hurried strides.
    “Don’t screw this up, Tom.” He
strode into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him and dumping Sophie unceremoniously
on the bed.
    She bounced several times before
coming to a stop, staring at Brent over the gag with a mixture of fear and
anger churning in her stomach. What would he do now? As if reading her mind his
face split into a wolfish grin, adding to her apprehension when his hands
quickly moved to the buttons on his shirt. Her eyes nearly popped out of her
head when he began to undo them. Why was he unbuttoning his shirt? She raised
her gaze to find him watching her, shaking her head no vigorously. However, his
only response was a wider grin if that were possible, turning his eyes a darker
shade of gold. His slightly spread-eagle stance was as intimidating as it was
sexy.
    She tried to swallow behind the gag,
nearly choking herself.
    “Getting nervous now, are we,
princess?” Brent pulled his dress shirt out of his slacks, slipping it off his
shoulders before letting it fall carelessly to the floor.
    Her stare zeroed in on his
sculptured, well-defined chest that appeared every bit as hard as the rock of
Gibraltar, complimented by a pair of the widest shoulders she’d ever seen on a
man. Mesmerized, she followed his strong hands when they dropped to the belt
buckle at his waist, watching him deftly undo it before moving to unsnap and
unzip his pants. It quickly dawned on her that he was undressing all the way.
Her heart lodged in her throat at what that could possibly mean, wishing she’d put
up more of a struggle to escape; now it was too late. Whatever Brent had
planned, it was clear by the intense look on his face he wasn’t going to change
his mind.
    She was beginning to feel like a
sacrificial virgin, lying there helplessly while waiting to be conquered. Her
eyes rounded pleadingly over the gag in a silent attempt to get him to change
his mind but his