ing. Essie's hands shook as she reached into the po

a text from an unsave

weater, sticking the cheap fabric to her spine. She knew

ach is killing me. I need to use the restroom,"

d open the heavy oak door and practical

her footsteps. The wall sconces cast lo

men's restroom. It was completely empty. Soft jaz

ink, reaching out to turn on th

ized handicap stall-suddenly swung o

and clamped hard over her mouth. She was

he sharp click of the deadbolt locki

tile wall. His massive frame pressed flush

ury. "Why wouldn't you look at me at the

hands up, pushing desperately against his solid ch

hand. He wrenched her arms above her head a

ers. It wasn't a kiss; it was a brutal punishment.

arp. She bent her knee, trying to knee him, but he

d yanked it down roughly. He buried his face in the crook of

p, stinging pain radiated from her neck. She knew

high heels hitting the restroom t

rang out as she pushed th

stopped working. Her eyes flew open, stari

d on his lips. He pressed his body even tighter against Essie'

e sound of a purse unzipping followed, then the rush o

s streamed down her face. She was terrified that ev

oming," she said, her tone annoyed. The w

stroom door

e's mouth. He raised his thumb and casual

. Tomorrow at eight PM," he ordered, his voice leaving no

He adjusted his suit jacket, stepped out of the

the floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees, desperatel