Tit for Tat Chapter 2

I redoubled my efforts, my fingers digging more frantically. But Brook had gone completely limp, melting into my arms like he didn’t have a bone in his body. It was annoying enough not finding any cash, but now he was making it impossible. His heavy breaths ghosted across my ear, sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine.

I slapped his cheek, harder than I meant to.

“What do you think you’re doing, rubbing up against me?!”

His eyes were hazy, half-lidded. “Just hurry up,” he pleaded, his voice thick. “Stop torturing me.”

Right. Being tied up must be uncomfortable. I could see that from the way he was squirming and whining.

I continued my search. Finally, deep in his pocket, my fingers closed around what I was looking for.

I pulled it out.

Five hundred dollars.

I’d hit the jackpot.

It wasn't the five thousand I’d demanded, but five hundred was enough to keep me afloat for a month. I completely ignored the dazed, flushed man at my feet.

I ran.

I didn’t see him lose his balance as I shot up, tumbling to the floor. And I certainly didn’t see the look on his face as he lay there, seething with a mixture of frustration and unslaked desire.