He kept her there like a caged bird, on display, not even knowing if he was looking at her from his top floor corner office in the skyscraper opposite. Of course that’s why he’d been so interested in this apartment in the first place. The perfect position to see her there, spread, helpless, impaled on whatever he chose that day.

She still wasn’t clear if he’d decided he wanted the apartment first, or her, the pretty realtor who discovered this apartment would be her final sale. What was certain was he had them both now.