As Justin moved from behind her, Sarah became acutely and painfully aware of what position. Her face was pale despite the tears, and Justin began to fear maybe he pushed her to shutting down.
"Sorry you didn't get yours, baby girl," he murmured kneeling down to be level with her face. Stroking her pale cheek, noting how cold it was.
Sarah's eyes flashed, and in an instant she was no longer in shock, she was angry.
"Fuck you," she exclaimed, punctuating the phrase by spitting in his face.
A shocked bark of laughter burst from Justin before he could contain it.
"There's my girl!"
"I'm not your girl fucker," she snapped sitting up, reading for her clothes.
With deft fingers reflecting his lack of being drugged, he snatched her clothes out of her grasp.
"Ask nicely."
"Fuck off," she replied, imitating his tones.
"Fine with me," he smiled. "I prefer you naked."
Shoving her shorts into his pocket, he yanked her off the couch. Feeling that anything he wanted her to do was probably something she didn't want to do, she resisted.
"Look who learned a lesson! You want me to do it for you don't you?" He cooed.
Reaching down behind her knees he scooped her up, absorbing her attempt to smack him away.
Moving through the door next to the bathroom, he carried her up yet another flight of steps as if she were nothing.
At the top of the stairs there was a larger room bustling with people moving around desks and answering phones.
"What is this place?" She asked in shock.
He smiled indulgently, but shook his head.
"Let's get you upstairs first."
"More stairs?"
"It's amazing how much harder it is to navigate an escape when there aren't continuous floors," he replied, her sour face just enhancing his mood. "You'd be shocked by how much more private it is too."
She grew indignant looking at his raised eyebrows; after what he just did how could he care about privacy. But she realized that engaging was probably a mistake, remembering how anxiously he tried to force her to talk over dinner. She clamped her lips shut and looked away, determine to gather information.
He turned to the left and carried her down a short hallway. Opening one of several doors he brought her into a sitting room that was all together masculine. Dark wood and dark leather furniture dominated the space.
Depositing her on the couch he turned to flip the light switch. The leather was smooth and cold against her bare and abused flesh.
"Stay," he commanded almost as an after thought.
"No," she replied. Anything he wants her to do is probably not in her best interest. Expecting to incite anger, she was almost put out when he laughed.
"Alright stand up if you want. Love the view," he actually winked at her as he glanced down to her bare pussy.
She flushed red, her eyes sparkling, and he couldn't help but think she'd never been more beautiful; color in her cheeks worked for her. She stalked to the main door, and he watched with interest as she went to open it. Grabbing her wrist.
"Where are you going?"
"Let me out!"
"Why? What's in the hallway?" He teased, enjoying her flush.
"I'm not playing whatever sick game this is- you think I'm gonna sit here in fear? Fuck you."
