Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 3) by Rose Devereux Page B

I had?
    That was easy to say
with no memory or responsibilities. I didn’t even have a change of
clothes to weigh me down.
    I went to the marble
ensuite bathroom to wash my face and comb my hair with Drex’s comb.
At the sight of my kiss-bruised lips in the mirror, a sexy shiver
went through me. The pleasure of moaning Drex’s name had been
matched only by the thrill of following his orders, on my knees
surrounded by broken dishes.
    Maybe I liked giving up
control after three days of craziness and confusion, or maybe I’d
always been like this. Either way, I couldn’t wait for him come
back and do it all over again.
    If he didn’t bring
the police instead. Considering my three-day spree of criminal
offenses, it was amazing they hadn’t tracked me down already.
    Somebody at the motel
must have called 911 after they found the stone-drunk trucker tied to
the vinyl headboard in their cheapest room a hundred miles from here.
He deserved to be tied up – worse, actually – but I’d done him
a favor by leaving it at that and taking what little cash he had on
him.
    I figured he owed it to
me after promising me a meal and a bed for the night, no strings
attached. Right.
    Another hard lesson
learned: don’t hitchhike just because you saw some hippie guy doing
it on his way to a music festival. I hoped that in my real life, I
never would have done something so stupid.
    If a cruiser hadn’t
pulled into the motel parking lot just as I was gagging the trucker
with his own shirt, I wouldn’t have had to leave my shorts behind.
But it was either get my cutoffs or get the hell out of there, and I
was not about to go to jail for doing what was only fair.
    I’d had to walk
around in my panties for only twelve hours, luckily – if walking
around in one’s panties could be counted as luck.
    Days of exhaustion and
hunger had made me just delusional enough to think that I could fly
half-naked under the radar if I acted with enough confidence. If
anyone asked – and no one dared – I’d say it was a bikini, and
I missed my ride home from the pool. Talk about flimsy.
    That I was only gaped
at by the two police officers who passed me was a miracle. I’d
hoped to find a dress or pants drying on a backyard line, but it
wasn’t meant to be. I was meant to meet Drex Cougan, something that
never would have happened if I’d been in my right mind to begin
with.
    It was incredible that
the men in the white coats hadn’t gotten to me first. There were
benefits to being in this wild, lawless part of the country, where a
girl without pants was just another bizarre sight to behold.
    I slipped out of Drex’s
shirt, a beautiful, dark purple button-down with French cuffs. He’d
given it to me to sleep in, after he’d ravished me senseless one
more time in his bed.
    The morning light
streamed in the window, illuminating the hand-painted tile floor.
Yesterday morning at this time, I’d been in a run-down Greyhound
station wondering how I was going to eat, and now I was standing in a
bathroom so elegant I almost hated to use it. Almost.
    The water poured out of
an open-spout glass faucet like a waterfall, and the shower was a
warm, soothing rainstorm. I stood under it for fifteen minutes and
imagined it rinsing away the shame and confusion of the last three
days. I still had no memory, but right now, I was safe.
    I dried off with a
thick towel and draped it over a slender chrome towel bar. Peering in
the cabinet above the sink, I found a bottle of body lotion and
pumped some into my hand. I rubbed it slowly into my skin, breathing
in the soft smell of verbena. It was a small thing, but it felt like
the ultimate luxury.
    The touch of a sexy
man, a shower, a beautiful scent. I would appreciate every second for
as long as it lasted.
    Hair combed, teeth
brushed, legs shaved – I felt ready for almost anything. Just as I
was turning to reach for Drex’s shirt, I noticed something in the
mirror.
    I stopped. And then I
gasped.
    There were