Chapter Two
“ROPE? YOU BROUGHT rope? To tie me up?”
“I’m an Eagle Scout,” Gil reminded her. “I’m an expert at tying knots.”
Marissa let her eyes pass over the entire, somewhat sparse, contents of the apartment bedroom. It was nicely furnished with a bed on an almost old-fashioned brought iron frame. There would be plenty of tether points for the rope to tie her down. That wasn’t her concern; neither was the amount of trust she would have for Gil to tie her up. Ty knew exactly where she was and who she was with—and Gil knew that—so she was safe.
“Bondage is so twentieth century,” she pointed out. “It’s nothing more the junior varsity level kink.”
He smiled at her and proceeded to loop a few turns of the rope around her wrist. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”
“Oh, I trust you enough
