"4109. I'll be ready," I lean in again and whisper, "Sir."Turning, I make a catwalk runway show of leaving, swaying my hips and praying I don't topple: the wine and minibar combo's dulling my periphery. The only thing keeping me sharp is the adrenaline spike.The elevator journey's a blur. As is the gaudy carpet lining the fourth-floor corridor. And the green light on my door lock.Only perching on the bed, arms stiff gripping the edge of the mattress seems real. Then I wonder if I should be presented on the bed properly. Sitting? Lying? Sprawled across it? Legs open? Closed? Fuck, fuck, what are his expectations? Am I decent, or indecent enough?I scurry to the bathroom and flick the light, the fluorescent tube ignition flashing then stabilising. Gripping the sink bowl, I stare at the jittery, reflected mess. Finger rake my hair. Good enough, despite having no idea what he has in mind; how far he'll push me in the next twenty-four hours.The main door lock disengages and my thoughts. I turned in a circle, taking in the details. I was near Brozos House and had two large suitcases with me.I knew what night this was. I knew what was about to happen. I also remembered that this wasn’t real, but an encounter. Rho had set up my encounter with Jordan on a day we had shared previously, and things had turned out differently. Among all of the missing women, there was only one other I had met before she was kidnapped, Francine James. This was the night I arrived on campus. Francine and I didn’t have sex, unless one counts me blowing a wad in my pants while she rubbed me as sex.Did I have to live through that indignation again or was this encounter supposed to go in a different direction?I looked around. I didn’t see anyone else. I thought furiously about it. Unless circumstances started off differently, and so far they weren’t, then I would probably go through the same thing up to some point, much like I did with Jordan.I grabbed my suitcases and started walking. Soon, I was.
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