2. Cassie #2
“Yeah.” He pauses, then says, “Actually, no. A bottle taken out of the fridge right now will be too cold. I have an open bottle of water on my nightstand. Take that one. Clothes, now.”
I’ve never undressed in front of a guy before, and this certainly isn’t how I imagined it happening the first time, but he clearly has a better grasp of things than I do right now, and I don’t understand why he’s helping me, but it seems like he is.
Tentatively, I slide my feet out of my ballet flats and move them aside.
Then I unbutton and unzip my jeans, my skin warming as I push them down and shimmy out of them.
While I remove my shirt, Tor goes to the kitchen and returns with a black garbage bag, opening it and holding it out for me to deposit my clothing into.
I drop them in, standing here in just my bra and panties.
“You can keep those,” he says, “but take them off when you change into the T-shirt. Toss them on the floor like you would if you were really staying over at a guy’s house, but don’t touch them until after you’ve washed your hands. Where are your car keys?”
“In my purse. In the car. It’s unlocked.”
“Okay. I’ll grab your purse and bring it inside. Where would you have put it down?”
“I probably would have taken it to your room.”
“Then I’ll bring it up to you with the clothes.”
“Do I stay in your room, then?”
“Yeah, until I come get you.”
“Okay,” I say softly.
“Cassie, there’s one more thing I need to know. Where’d you get the gun?”
“I borrowed it.”
“From who?”
“From… a friend.”
His eyes harden. “Don’t fuck with me right now, Cassie. We don’t have time for it.”
Fear skates down my spine. “Russell.”
My ex-boyfriend.
A glint of annoyance joins the hardness in his blue eyes. “That might be a problem. Did he know why you wanted it?”
Swallowing, I shake my head, wrapping my arms around myself. “I told him I needed it for protection.”
“All right. Well, I need to get to work, so go upstairs and do everything I told you to do. Do you have any questions? Anything I may have missed?”
“No, you’ve been… very thorough.”
His lips tilt up ever so slightly. “Thanks.”
I don’t know if it was a compliment, but it doesn’t matter right now.
Trying to cover my nearly naked body, I make my way up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom.
I try to remember the order of everything he said to me.
I know washing my hands first was important, so I try not to touch anything.
Once I’ve scrubbed my hands clean, I go to his closet and grab a faded blue T-shirt.
I pull it on, then take out my hair clip, letting my dark hair fall loose around my shoulders.
I put the clip down on his bathroom counter and look in the mirror.
My skin is even paler than usual. I take a deep breath and try to ground myself as I sink my fingers into my own hair and give it a good shake.
He didn’t tell me to, but I decide to wash my face. Then I try to think of anything else that feels natural in the situation he described.
If we had had sex, I probably would have peed afterward, so I push down my panties and sit on his toilet. I kick them off, remembering something he said about tossing my bra and panties on his floor. I suppose they would have come off for sex. If not the bra, at least the panties.
I head back to his bedroom without my panties on.
I climb into his bed, pulling the lush gray bedding over my body.
I rest my head on the pillow that looks less dented, assuming the other side is his.
I roll around, then think about what he said about my DNA on his sheets.
Will they really check that? I’m not sure, but it would strengthen our alibi if they found my DNA on his sheets.
It would certainly weaken it if they tested them and found nothing.
Since he told me to get as creative as I want to, I reach between my legs, sliding my finger along the opening of my pussy. I’m definitely not wet, but I rub myself, closing my eyes, until my body begins to warm up.
This feels so incredibly fucked up, but I wipe my hand on his bedsheet, then I touch myself again. Sex is messy. It wouldn’t just be in one spot.
Unfortunately, my finger is deep in my pussy when the bedroom door opens. I gasp, pulling my hand away, as Tor appears in the doorway.
His eyebrows rise with interest, as if he knows exactly what I’m doing.
My face heats to about a million degrees. I don’t know what to say.
Then he surprises me by saying, “Good girl.”
Shame continues to flood me as he drops my purse on the floor and the hoodie and a pair of leggings at the foot of the bed. “I… you said about my DNA on your sheets,” I finally say, nearly perishing from embarrassment.
He nods. “I’m glad you’re thinking about that because there’s a hole in our plan. If I fucked you, I either came inside you or in a condom, but if they search my trash can, they won’t find a used condom, and if they take evidence off you…”
I swallow. “They won’t find your DNA.”
“Right.” He pauses for half a second. “I can come in a condom real quick, but that condom needs to have your DNA on it as well as mine. The easiest way to do that is… I put a condom on right now, and…”
My eyes widen in shock. “Oh.”
He shrugs. “It’s up to you. We don’t have to, but I think our alibi has a big problem if we don’t.”
Swallowing not once but twice, I ask, “Is there even time?”
He smirks. “To properly fuck you? No. But I can penetrate you, just get DNA on the condom, and then toss it in the trash.” Smirk deepening, he adds, “Seems like you might already be warmed up.”
Flushing, I say defensively, “I was trying to…”
“You don’t have to explain. I already called it in, so we need to be quick.”
I nod, my heart racing. This feels insane.
“It’s not sex,” he tells me, probably seeing my rising panic. “Not really. We’re just constructing an alibi. That’s it.”
“I know, but I haven’t… I haven’t been with anyone since he…”