"Planning to escape?" Lorenzo snapped me out of my reverie.
"No. I…"
He didn't let me finish my sentence. He pulled my arm and dragged me back to his bedroom.
"Don't. Stop dragging me around. I can walk."
I pushed him off, but he was too slippery. His skin was sleek with sweat, and all I had accomplished was sliding my hands across his chest and feeling how taut his muscles were.
Lorenzo didn't let me go until we got to his bedroom. He threw me inside and shut the door, standing there to block my exit. I watched him with contempt in my eyes. He leaned back against the door and folded his arms, viewing me with the same contempt.
"Don't throw me around like that. I'm not your rag doll," I told him off.
"Where did you get that bravery from, Amelia?"
He was right. Where did my courage come from? I didn't know. I just knew I couldn't tolerate being manhandled like this anymore. If I were to work under his care, he had to treat me right.
