“This way.” He pushed me through a door, then we were turning this way and that. Soon, we reached a door that was marked, ‘Jamie’s Office.” He pushed open the door and shoved me inside. Once we were past the door, he pulled the gun out of his pocket and showed it to me. “Now, Miss Scarlett. It would be a shame to have to shoot you and mess up that lovely suit of yours. However, I can’t let you run free, either.” Before I knew what he was doing, he spun me around so I was facing away from him. He yanked my arms together behind me so hard, I cried out. “Shut the fuck up.” He was binding something around my hands. If I’d had to guess, I’d say it was a tie. Maybe stockings, though it didn’t feel filmy. “This should keep you for the time being.” He turned me back around, his eyes dark. Staring at me, he abruptly crushed his lips to mine. I struggled to get away, but he held my face tightly with one hand as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He grabbed my ass with his other hand which also held the gun. I thought about kneeing him, but he was too close.
“You taste as good as you look.” Jamie broke off the kiss and looked me up and down. “Let’s see how much better you look.” He pulled my jacket down as best he could with my arms bound behind me so that I was only wearing my camisole on top. “Very nice.” His pants were tenting, but I couldn’t believe he’d take time to cop a feel when he was obviously under so much pressure. He shoved a handkerchief into my mouth and bound it with duct tape before I could protest. “That’ll keep you.” He squeezed my breasts from under my camisole before pushing me to the floor. It hurt like hell because I couldn’t use my hands to break my fall. I landed on my side, winded by the jolt. “I’ll be back, Miss Scarlett. Make yourself nice and ready for me.” With a laugh, he left me there. He also left my purse dangling from my arm. My purse which contained my cell phone. Fat lot of good that did me when I was trussed up like a turkey.
Even though I tried not to think about it, I could feel his hands and mouth on me. My body burned with the shame, and I recoiled at the remembrance of his tongue in my mouth. It had been unusually thick and felt out of place as it probed the inner cavity of my mouth. I wanted to rinse my mouth and take a hot shower for as long as I could stand it, but I had to focus on getting the fuck out of here. I had no idea what Jamie was doing, but I hoped it didn’t involve Matt. I knew my best hope was to get my hands loose in order to reach my phone, so I worked on that no matter how desperately I wanted to free my mouth first. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe which was ridiculous because Digger had left my nose alone. It was psychological, but no less terrifying.