TWENTY – PUNISHMENT FOR DEFIANCE

MIRA

I stumble into the room blindly, panic twisting my veins. After pacing for five minutes and Mason still hasn't arrived, I begin to panic. I wish I could face him with some clothes on. Trying to explain things to him with just a filmsy towel around my chest could be a little…distracting.

I wander around the room, trying to clear my mind by inspecting the room's stoic, though marvelous decor. Everything is done in black and white. Just like his soul. I wonder if it's symbolic.

I am feeling up an indoor, science controlled, green room when I hear the low hiss that signifies that the door is being activated. I freeze.

I recognise the low, determined click of Mason's shoes as he comes closer and closer. He finally comes into view and I suck in a breath, not because he still looks murderous, but because he's just so plain good-looking, I feel my panties melt.

He looks every bit the calm, controlled billionaire with a clean cut, graphite coloured suit that was tailored to match his ever