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Read an excerpt from my erotic story “In the Rough.”
The intruder spun around, his face hidden behind a black ski mask. Vashti backtracked through the doorway. The man moved toward her, pausing to switch off the lights. Her blood pounded in her ears. She ran for the phone, but he caught up to her, pinning her arms to her sides.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he growled, anchoring her to the desk with his weight. Pens, loupes, and diamond scopes dug into her abdomen. Then she spotted Gorski’s coffee mug.
Flailing her legs, she managed to loosen one arm as he moved to evade her feet. Seizing the mug, she pivoted and pitched it at his temple.
“Fuck!” He ripped the mug from her grasp.
Shifting onto her back, Vashti tore the mask from the man’s head and slapped him hard across the face—
His familiar face.
The well-dressed patron from earlier that evening scowled. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
He withdrew a handful of cable ties from his pocket and hauled her over to Gorski’s chair. In a matter of seconds, he’d secured her wrists and ankles, though she’d manage to knock him back twice in the process.
The man raked a gloved hand through his hair. “What the hell are you still doing here?”
“My boss is kind of a dick.” Under different circumstances, Vashti might’ve found this scenario arousing. Now, it was all she could do to keep from dry heaving. “Are you going to hurt me?”
The man avoided eye contact like a window shopper who’d only stopped in to try on something extravagant.
“You’ve seen my face,” he said. “That makes you a liability.”
Fear sank like a stone in Vashti’s stomach. “You’re going to kill me?”
“I don’t know.” He paced around like a caged animal. Vashti had a hunch the man was in over his head.
“Well,” she said, “how would you do it? Stabbing would be messy. Maybe strangulation? A gunshot to the head?”
“Do you see a gun anywhere?”
“No.” She swallowed hard. “And I don’t see a killer either.”
He stopped pacing and came to stand between her knees.
“Want to bet your life on that?” He studied her mouth. “I should’ve gagged you.”
“Why? It’s not like I’m screaming. You want to clean the place out? Fine by me. I couldn’t care less about Gorski’s bottom line. You want assurance that I’m not going to rat you out? Untie me and I’ll help you ransack the place. We can split everything fifty-fifty.”
He cocked the eyebrow that wasn’t glowing from where she’d struck him. “You’re kidding.”
“Look, the security cameras run on an analog system. Once we’re finished, I’ll give you the tape. Consider it leverage. Turning you in would mean incriminating myself.”
Time held its breath. He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a large folding knife. Vashti’s throat closed like a fist.
“Eighty-twenty,” he said.
She squinted. “Seventy-thirty.”
He slid the knife beneath her wrist and severed the tie.