Ian led Kira downstairs and opened the door to the Lair, where she found Mr. Green sitting at the bar, with a drink in his hand and a martini sitting on the bar in front of an empty stool.
“Is that for me?” She asked, pointing to the martini glass.
“Yes,” he answered, a smile filling his face. “It was what you had the last time we met, but if you’d like something different this time…”
“No, it’s perfect.” She picked up the glass and moved across the room to the couch where they had sat last time. He followed and sat down next to her, bending one leg under the other so his knee was touching her thigh.
“I intended to bring you a box of chocolate, but the day got away from me,” he teased. “Of course, we wouldn’t eat it all at once.”
Kira grinned. “That’s right. Only bite size pieces.”
“You seem different,” he said, looking deeply into her eyes.
“I’m not,” she blurted. “Same me. Same you.”
Placing his palm on the side of her face, he studied her. He then leaned in closely and whispered in her left ear, “Have they drugged you?”
Kira pulled back and fought to focus. “Yes, but it’s okay. I feel free,” she whispered and his eyes flashed with disappointment.
“I need you sober,” he said and stood up abruptly. He strode to the bar and talked in low tones with the bartender, who glanced periodically at Kira, and then handed Mr. Green a key. Moments later, Mr. Green unlocked one of the doors and led Kira into a bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Kira’s heart raced. In front of her sat a king-size bed, covered in red satin and gold pillows. To the right was a shower adorned in gold fixtures with three shower heads and a glass door and next to it was a huge Jacuzzi tub. Candles were lit all around the room. Mr. Green pushed Kira face first against the wall and pressed his body against hers. “I don’t want to cheat on my husband,” Kira slurred, as reality began to fight the effects of the drug.
Putting his lips against her ear, he whispered, “You’re not going to cheat. I promise. They’re watching so we’ve got to make it look good.” He gently rotated his pelvis against her. “I’m going to undress you, then myself and we’re going to step into the shower and turn on the water.”
Kira’s hands began to tremble.
“We’re not going to do anything that you don’t want to do,” he uttered.
“I don’t want to be naked,” she whispered.
“That part is not optional.” He moved her hair and unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall around her ankles. “It will be harder for them to hear us in the shower with the water running,” he whispered as he unfastened her bra and then pulled her panties to the floor. Her whole body trembled, as she stood naked, facing the wall and fighting back tears. “You have to trust me now,” he said, turning her to face him.
She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, slid off his slacks and then his boxers and stood naked, his muscles protruding from his arms and rippling across his stomach. He took a step closer and she felt a mixture of excitement, fear and desire grip her all at once. Sliding his hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her toward him and whispered into her ear. “I’m going to kiss you and lead you into the shower. Once the water is on, turn your back toward me and I will talk into your ear.”
Butterflies began fluttering in her stomach but before she could process his words, his lips enclosed on hers in a kiss that sent chills darting everywhere. She wasn’t supposed to like it, but how could she not? Frank hadn’t kissed her like this in years. She hadn’t experienced passion in what felt like forever, and despite the fact that it was wrong, in that moment it felt nothing but right. Kira returned his kiss with the fervor of wanting and he reached down, lifted her into his arms and carried her into the shower.
With all three shower heads blasting, Kira leaned back against him, unable to ignore his wanting pressing firmly against her. He draped his right arm around her stomach and leaned down, placing his lips against her right ear. “This has to appear real, so I’m going to caress your breast with my hand and I need you to move against me, as if you are enjoying yourself.”
As his fingertips explored her nipple, Kira thought she might explode from desire. She tried to fight it, but she couldn’t. She wanted him. She wanted to be taken.
“Listen carefully,” he whispered into her ear, sporadically planting kisses on her neck and stroking her breast. “The only way I can protect you is to keep requesting you and the only way you can stay alive is to keep coming back.”
Kira wanted to concentrate on his words, but she was struggling. Her mind was fogged with sensual thoughts and sexual needs that were undoubtedly accentuated by the lingering effects of the drug Lucas had given her. “The women I stop requesting disappear and they end up dead.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Kira moaned.
Mr. Green forcefully turned her around, took her face in his hands and stared into her eyes. “Do you understand what I’m telling you?” He whispered. “I can’t protect you unless you keep coming back here. Someone is killing every woman I touch.” He held her against his chest. “I can’t explain why it’s happening but you need to know that you are in danger and the only way I can keep you safe now is to keep seeing you. Do you understand?”
Everything was blurry. The steamy shower, mixed with the drug, the alcohol and the wanting, left Kira on the verge of unconsciousness. Turning off the shower, Mr. Green wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed.
She gazed up at his silhouette, which appeared fuzzy in the candlelight. “Don’t you want me?” She slurred.
“Yes. Very much,” he answered.
“Then why aren’t you taking me?” She tugged open her towel, exposing her nakedness.
Mr. Green crawled on top of her and then the room began to spin and everything spiraled into darkness.