Page 82 of Forgotten Sacrifice

“Supervised showers.”

I stomp to the fridge, grabbing a soda and slamming the door shut. Glancing out the window, I mutter, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

The workers have installed a privacy fence, but my attention stops on something else. Hurrying out through the sliding door, I run to check out the giant lawn chess set, squealing in delight.

“You like to study outside; I thought you might also like to practice chess outside,” Vince says from the door.

“I love it!”

He smiles. “Good.”

“Are the workers gone?”

“Yeah, why?”

I pull my hoodie over my head, followed by my tank top and bra. Socks and shoes off, I shimmy out of my skirt, and last to drop are my panties. Standing nude with my toes wiggling in the grass, I move the white king’s pawn forward two spaces, walking to the other side of the board to consider which black piece to move in a game against myself.

Vince reaches me in world-record speed. “What the hell are you doing? Put your clothes on!”

“Why? I’m getting sun, now that the neighbor’s can’t see. Thank you, Daddy, for the fence.”

He’s going to punish me? Let’s see if he can survive this new chess trap.

Chapter

Thirty-One

Luna

“This is silly,” I grumble, wiping the fog from my bathroom mirror. Staring at my reflection, I mutter, “I’m good enough.”

“Say it; don’t mumble it.” Vince appears in the doorway.

I drop my towel.

“Six days.” He appears uninterested, but he’s wearing those snitch gray sweatpants.

With a devious smile, I say, “I’m good enough.”

“Better. Come eat breakfast.”

I turn around, shaking my naked ass to the door, but he holds out his hand, blocking me. “Put clothes on.”

“Why?” I ask innocently.

“My house; my rules.”

He spins on his heel and walks off, and I search through my dresser until I find the perfect outfit.

“Smells good. What’s for breakfast?” I ask to Vince’s muscular back. He’s shirtless behind the stove, and that combination does something to me.

Wait a minute, I’m the one seducing him!

Vince cranes his neck. “Interesting wardrobe choice.”

I glance down to my see-through mesh bathing suit coverup and back at him. “What?” I ask innocently. “You told me to put clothes on. I put clothes on.”

His lips quirk. “Sit down, Luna.”