okay if we put a movie on? A comedy or something lighthearted. I need to get the images from my dream out of my head.”
“Sure. Let’s go find something to watch.” He kisses my forehead tenderly before helping me off the floor. It will be a miracle if I am able to get any more sleep tonight.
Elias takes my hand and leads me up the three steps out of the living room and down the hall. We pass by a bathroom on the right and a second bedroom across from it on the left as we continue to a closed doorway at the very end.
Elias opens it, revealing a large bedroom spanning the width of the entire apartment with master bath attached. A king sized four-poster bed with a black and gray comforter is centered along a wall of windows. Directly across from the bed is a large mounted flat screen television. Elias heads into the walk in closet and returns carrying a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.
“Here. You can put these on and climb into bed. I’ll be just a minute in the bathroom to give you some privacy.”
When I hear the bathroom door shut, I turn and strip out of my clothes. His behavior seems different to me than it did before I fell asleep. When I climb into the bed, I take in the room, noticing the lack of any books or computer lying around. Didn’t he say he was working? He couldn’t have had time to put everything away before coming out to check on me amidst my screams.
I roll over, situating myself with my back facing the bathroom door. The dream replays in my mind; Travis standing over me, his hands closing my throat, the malicious gleam in his eyes. No matter how hard I try to turn off my brain, it won’t stop.
The bed dips as Elias climbs in, pulling the covers over us both. I don’t realize my body is trembling until he places his hand on my back. He rubs soothingly, stroking up and down my spine, his rough calloused hands forging a trail of fire along my soft, feminine skin.
“Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart. Trust me.” He kisses the back of my head while continuing to rub my back. The tension starts to seep out of my limbs, my body becoming heavy. He begins softly singing in my ear, a song I’m unfamiliar with, but it soothes me. His voice rasps the lyrics as my eyelids flutter closed. The last thing I hear is Elias singing me to sleep, easing me into the new world I found myself in this morning.
CHAPTER TEN
The following Saturday I’m pacing nervously around my kitchen waiting for Elias. He’s taking me to Sinclair’s to watch him play live for the first time. The thought of watching him play his beautiful music while singing in that deep, soothing voice of his is thrilling. On the other hand, the thought of a bunch of groupies fawning all over him sends hot spikes of jealousy through my blood. He’s assured me it’s not that type of place, so I can only hope he’s not sugarcoating things.
I fidget with the short skirt of the dress Carly has stuffed me into, trying in vain to make it a bit longer. I called her for a wardrobe emergency earlier, but I should have known better. She will take any opportunity to dress me up and run with it, always so big and bold with her styling choices. I have dresses of my own, but for some reason, I couldn’t choose. Carly was only too happy to help me out. I shouldn’t complain. She does an amazing job at accentuating my best features.
The dress is a short, black, halter style, which fits snugly around my hips and lands about mid-thigh. The neckline plunges between my breasts in a deep slit. My feet are dressed in a pair of almost-too-high black pumps. I feel long and slender—beautiful. My eyes are rimmed black, with dark and smoky shadow on the lids. I don’t know how she does it, but Carly always makes me feel lovely.
A light knock sounds on the door, and I drop my hands from my futile tugging war with my hemline. Taking a deep, calming breath, I reach out and drag the door open. That same breath breezes out of my lungs with a whoosh as I take in the stunning image of Elias. If I begin salivating, I