Twisted Perception (Flawed #2) by T.l Smith

Why is he doing this? I try the door and find it locked, just like he said. I give up and decide to lay down on the giant bed, curling up on my side of it.
    He emerges a few minutes later, showered and smelling delicious. I don’t turn to face him, I stay on my side of the bed looking at the sofa. I hear him fiddling around in the closet, opening and closing a door, then he walks to my side. His footsteps heavy with each step. I see his legs first, strong muscular legs. My eyes travel upward, over his very large junk in his boxer briefs, then to his torso which is decoratively covered with ink. I would never have guessed. His arms are completely covered as well, there’s not a spare patch of skin on either. I try not to look up at him, will myself to just close my eyes and sleep, but I can’t. His eyes are on me when I reach his face. Looking me up and down.
    “You can’t sleep in that,” he says, pointing to my clothes. I give him a disbelieving look, but don’t say a word. He’s right, I’m sweating in my long sleeved shirt, my shorts are short, but they’re denim and uncomfortable to sleep in. He lies next to me, not saying another word. I stand from the bed and drop my jean shorts, leaving only my bikini bottom on. I remove my long sleeved shirt. Leaving the tank top that’s on underneath it and remove the bikini top.
    I lay back on the bed, not saying another word, and neither does he. The pillow and bed feel like heaven, like I’m floating, and I quickly drift off to sleep.

 
    Chapter 15
    “Stay still,” a voice mumbles in my ear. It takes me only a moment to realize whose hands are wrapped tightly around my waist and whose body basically covers mine. Tattooed arms trying to encase me in. I jump up from the bed, knocking his hands away as I do and look down. We’ve somehow ended up at the end of his bed. His eyes lazily open and search out mine, I stand there shocked.
    “Why were you touching me?” I ask in a calm voice though I feel anything but.
    “You wouldn’t stop fucking moving. You’re like a ninja when you sleep. I’m pretty sure I will have a black eye in a few hours,” he says rubbing his eyes and sitting up.
    “Whatever,” I huff at him. I know it’s true. Jagger used to share a cot with me when I was little. Our parents had to separate us because he was waking up bruised and screaming in the middle of the night. I haven’t slept in the same bed with a man in forever.
    His eyes roam me up and down, appreciating me. I grab my clothes from the ground and storm off to the shower, shutting and locking the door behind me.
    Showering in silence, I wonder why am I here?
    The bedroom door is open when I come out with Mika nowhere to be seen. I hear him talking when I reach the top of the steps and follow down to his voice. He’s standing there completely dressed in a suit, talking to a very attractive blonde. He must sense me when I reach the middle of the stairs because his eyes and the blonde’s shoot up to mine. I don’t smile or wave. These people are not my friends, they can all go and fuck themselves.
    “Aria, please meet Gabrielle,” he says, waving his hand at me then to the blonde as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I nod my head to her. Her eyes travel up and down my body, a smile touching her lips.
    “Pleasure,” she draws out. Oh, she’s sex—sex on a blonde stick with big tits, a small frame, and an average ass.
    “I have a man in the room I want you to assess, Gabrielle. Aria, I want you to tell her what she’s doing wrong,” he says and we start walking to the basement. It’s set up much like the room at Dominic’s. Mika flicks the light switch on and it lights up the man behind the glass. He’s tied up much like we tie ours up, with his hands held high over his head.
    “Gabrielle,” Mika says, sitting down. I follow and sit next to him watching as she walks in. She’s not showing off her sexiness, just determination that she’s in charge of this