Chapter Eight
“Up,” I hear his voice command me, but only connect with it when I open my eyes to the blinding light of my cell. It must be an extraordinarily bright day on the outside.
Colonel Broc pulls me from bed and pushes my naked body to the door.
“My dress…” I look back wonderingly at the slip, which lies like a dishrag on the floor beside my bed.
“Leave it.”
Broc’s brisk voice starts me shuddering, and his cool gaze only augments that feeling. He prods me as I walk sleepily down the hall to the shower room where he shoves me inside.
“Get clean, Silk, you have work to do.”
My tummy starts to flutter—I’m feeling like Pavlov’s dog here. There’s obviously been some connection created between Broc and my physical arousal. It mounts with an incredible roar for so early in the
