What I was doing was highly illegal, and I questioned the morality of it for a brief moment. Quickly dismissing my worries, I shook the powder into his glass and swirled it. Sweat ran down my back when the powder was still slightly visible. Unsure of what to do, I stirred it with my finger.
His returning footsteps drew closer as I watched the wine still moving in his glass. Heart pounding, I nervously glanced from the wine to his approach.
“Here! Let me do it. I made the mess,” I stood up, stepping in front of his glass and reaching for the towel. I covertly wiped my finger on it.
He grinned. “It’s okay. I’m not going to have a lady on her hands and knees cleaning my house.”
The look in his eyes said he’d certainly like said lady on her knees for other things. A shiver of distaste shot through me. Honest to God, he hadn’t done a lot that was extremely cringe-worthy, but it was a gut feeling. That topped with what the kids had told me had my hairs standing on end.
Once he mopped up the mess and wiped it down with the damp end of the towel, he left it sitting on the edge of the table. “More wine?” he asked with a smirk.
“Please,” I said with a thankful smile. “And again, I’m so sorry I was such a klutz.”
“It’s fine. Accidents happen,” he assured me.
After refilling my glass, he picked his up again. It took everything in me not to stare at him as he drank from the tainted wine. I had no idea if he’d be able to taste it or not, and my hands were getting clammy as I fought to appear normal and relaxed.
“This is fantastic,” I complimented as I took another sip and met his gaze over the rim.
He cleared his throat and shifted on the couch, bringing his leg against mine. My breath caught, and I knew any second he’d call me out for what I’d done. Nervously, I took a bigger sip.
“What do you say we finish this wine and maybe… engage in some”—I licked the wine from my lower lip seductively—“evening activities?” My voice came across as breathless, though it was far from being passion related.
His mouth kicked up, and he downed the rest of his glass. Without another word, he stood and reached out for my hand. I gulped the rest of mine for courage, then set the empty glass with his.
Before placing mine in his, I surreptitiously wiped the dampness on my dress.
Legs shaking, I followed him hand-in-hand to what was obviously the master bedroom. The entire way, I prayed that the research I’d done was accurate. I needed to get him on the bed because I had no idea how long I had before he was out. If he actually went out.
I prayed he went out.
Shit, what if I hadn’t used enough? I hoped it would work, because there was no way I was actually going to go through with having sex with him. Ew. I’d find some way to bail before I did that.
When we got to the bed, I boldly pushed him back to sit on the edge of the mattress. Inside, I was praying like a priest on Sunday morning for the drugs to take effect.
“Damn, baby, I didn’t know you were this feisty.” He was slightly shocked but grinning broadly.
“Lay down,” I whispered as I leaned in and ran my nose along his neck. At least he smelled good, though he did absolutely zilch for me. Thankfully, he kicked off his shoes and did as I said. He propped his head on his hands as he continued to grin.
“I’m all yours,” he said as he raised his hips suggestively.
God, no. Ugh.
Trying to hide the tremor of my hands, I unbuckled his belt and made a production of pulling it free from his pants. Taking my time, I unbuttoned his shirt slowly. I bit my lip and gave him what I hoped was a teasingly seductive glance.
Oh sweet Jesus, give me strength.
Well. While he was tall and lean, he obviously didn’t take care of himself as well as Luke did. His stomach was a little paunchy when it wasn’t disguised by his jacket and shirt.
Right when I was ever so slowly sliding his open shirt off his chest, he grabbed me and flipped us over so fast, I lost my breath.
“What are you doing?” I gasped. He was suddenly like a fucking octopus. Hands everywhere at once, tugging my dress up, raining kisses over my neck and chest. Panic started to well in me as I tried to stop him.
“Sorry, baby, I don’t do submissive well.” He nipped my neck, and I jerked my shoulder up to get him away.
Not the plan! Not the plan! Not the plan! Abort! Abort!
“Wait. Slow down,” I breathlessly demanded. “I-I-I wanted us to take our time,” I stuttered.
“Next time. I need you too bad right now. You tempting me in this tight, sexy dress all night drove me crazy. Like I didn’t know you were flashing those pretty tits at me on purpose,” he panted, and his wet lips trailed over my skin.
Eeeewww! I tried to wiggle away and remove his hands.
“But—” was all I got out before he kissed me. I gagged when he shoved his tongue down my throat. He didn’t seem to notice as he moved back to my chest and bit my damn boob!
“Ow!” I reflexively smacked his head.
“Sorry, I can barely control myself around you,” he apologized without really stopping.
Sweat broke out all over me. I had to keep telling myself I could do this. Simply needed to wait out the effects.
Jesus fucking Christ, why isn’t that shit working?
I began to question whether I’d been duped. After all, I wasn’t super savvy on buying illegal products. What if I’d been sold placebos
