I knew Melanie would cave, and I was going to enjoy it! I walked out into the living room with a smirk on my face that quickly turned into surprise wh...n I saw who it was.Pete Carston grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the house to the driveway. He held onto my arm with a firm grip.“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he said in his best ‘law enforcement’ voice.“They teach you that in suspect intimidation 101 at OSU, Pete?”“God damn it! Did you really offer to have sex with Melanie? Did you. Now Paige couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. They just started streaming out of her eyes. There was this primal need for survival, a force that just urged her to get away from him. She pulled on her bounds, she struggled and tried to avoid his hands inflicting pain on her, pain in her cheek and nipple, pinching her, twisting and turning the nipple, his hand on her throat again preventing her from breathing. ‘There we have it.’ He said, with a satisfied smile on his face, ‘Almost there. . had showered, during which we had a bent over quickie beneath the pelting water. We ordered room service—hamburgers—chitchatted about our week ... she tried to pin me to the wall with the question of whether or not I thought she was lovable. After passing the test I was primed for more sex. I thought the quickie in the shower was just a tune up for something more spectacular. Instead, after being in the hotel for two hours, an hour and a half of which I had a constant hard-on, I’d been. Unnoticeable.He was anything but unnoticeable now. He was more than “tallish”, standing four inches over her own height. His shoulders looked like a brick wall, filling the doorway. She hadn’t known he had blue eyes. His hair had that slightly shaggy look of a man needing a trim, except it looked good on him and you wouldn’t want him to get one. A lock of hair had fallen forward on his forehead. And that smile! It had made her knees weak.She tried to get a grip on herself. This was just a man.