The tightness in my core moved. No longer sure of my wiles—no longer sure of anything—I debated my options. I was alone in this flying mansion with a man nearly twice my size. I’d dressed in the outfit he’d prepared. I’d removed my panties when he’d demanded.

What could I do now? Scream? Would Patrick come to my rescue?

In another situation, most likely. Involving Sterling, never.

Reaching for my hand, Sterling tugged me forward. Then, with his ...