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It was beautiful, like just about everything Caspian owned. Charvet from the label on the underside. A power tie. Dark gold silk with paler gold diagonal stripes. Gorgeous. This splash of bold color, such a contrast to his sober suit.

A moment or two and then I picked it up. Stroked it with my fingers. It was smooth and strong, gathering warmth against my skin like a living thing. Making me ache to be touched. For hands to pin me, hold me, and claim me.

I wouldn’t have worn the thing. Not in a million years. At least not in the conventional way. But I twined it experimentally round my wrist and, yep, it definitely looked good there. Felt good, too, sending this shiver of excitement through me, raising goose bumps all the way up my arms.

Which made me freshly aware of the awkward vulnerability of nakedness without context. I probably looked like a plucked chicken.

Hardly appealing.

But maybe he’d like the…exposure? My visible need to be wrapped up in something warm and protective. Like his body.

I sat back down, stole another piece of sushi, and set about tying my hands together. Weirdly enough, it wasn’t that difficult. Just required some supple wrist action, which I’d clearly honed over years of wanking. In a couple of minutes, I was secured and pulling the knots tight with my teeth.

Now all I needed was Caspian to show up and rescue me.

Or, for preference, take advantage of me.

While I was helpless and at his mercy. Utterly unable to resist whatever depravities he wished to indulge.

Oh poor me.

Tremble. Gasp.

God, I was getting hard just thinking about it.

Sushi and a boner. What more could a man want?

Chapter 25

It was nearly ten o’clock.

And I was still sitting there, naked and alone, surrounded by melting ice and ruined sushi.

I’d tried calling—my wrists were bound but I still had my fingers and, for emergencies, my nose—but I’d gone straight to voice mail.

What if something had happened to him? How would I find out? It would be on the news, right? Billionaire Killed in Horrific Car Crash While Driving too Fast to Undisclosed Rendezvous. Sexual Distraction Suspected. Oh God.

Also, what was I going to do about my…predicament? I was pretty sure Bellerose wasn’t available for assisting with ill-advised acts of self-bondage.

I wriggled my hands back and forth and discovered I’d done a really good job of immobilizing myself. The more I tugged, the more my knots held. Which would have been great if I was making a rope ladder or escaping from prison down my bedsheets. But, right now, it was seriously non-ideal.

I’d have to wait for Caspian.

Who was very unlikely to actually be dead.

He…

He just wasn’t coming, was he? After everything I’d said this morning. After I’d fucking begged. And not in a hot, sexy, exciting way.

In a pathetic, awful, humiliating way.

And Caspian was what? Laughing at me? Bored of me?

But how could he have said everything that he’d said and done everything that he’d done…gone out of his way to be kind to me so many times…and leave me like this?

With nothing.

No word. No apology. Nothing.