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I’d gotten dressed for bed hoping to get lucky, so I wore a pair of cute lacy panties under my shorts, rather than nothing. Which I’m extra glad about now because King didn’t bring me any underwear.
King uses both hands to hold his shirt open, and taking the cue, I slip my arms through the sleeves and let King do up the center buttons, covering my braless cleavage.
The side of his mouth curls up. “Let’s go.”
* * *
“Umm…”
Trepidation builds as King turns off the road we’ve been traveling on for the last several minutes.
It’s dark. Like really dark. No street lights. No signs of life.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but when King woke me up in the middle of the night topay me backI assumed maybe we were going somewhere sexy.
Like a hotel. Or a rave or something.
Our headlights bump around on the narrow gravel road before landing on a closed chain-link gate.
This is not a rave.
King flashes the high beams twice, and a man I hadn’t noticed steps forward, unlocking the gate from the inside.
“King?”
He still doesn’t answer, just takes his foot off the brake and we roll forward.
Panic starts to creep up my spine.
He wouldn’t be taking me out here to kill me.
We’re past that. Right?
Crushed cars come into view, lining both sides of what must be some sort of driveway.
Oh fun, we’re in a junkyard.
“Husband,” I try to keep my voice calm. “If you don’t tell me where we’re going, I’m gonna jump out of this moving vehicle and sprint into the darkness.”
“You won’t do that.”
“Oh, won’t I?”
He shakes his head. “First, the doors are locked.”
My hand immediately closes around the handle, and, true to his word, the door doesn’t open.
“Second, you promised you wouldn’t run away again.”
He sounds so unconcerned, and I have no idea what he’s thinking.
“And third, we’re here.”
My eyes jump to the windshield, and the single story building in front of us.
It looks like it’s made out of that cheap corrugated metal you sometimes see on barns. Only this isn’t a barn. But it’s not a business either. It’s nothing. It’s a blank building, in the middle of a huge junk yard, in the middle of nowhere.
A big hand lands on my thigh, making me jump.