Fear paralysed her. She wouldn't comply. He couldn't force her to; Nicholas Donaldson would not want to be accused of rape. And she couldn't handle a repeat of what Evan had put her through. 'No.'
He came to stand over her and lifted her to her feet. His hands still under her arms he said, 'I'm not asking you. Come naked for all I care.' He scooped up her shorts and tank top and shoved them at her.
'I'm not going anywhere with you.'
He sighed theatrically. 'Oh come on Noel, you'll enjoy it. I'll make sure you do.' His mood turned to persuasive. He pulled her to him and stroked her back while looking into her eyes, smiling, swaying gently with her.
To get him out of the house she acquiesced. She could disappear once outside. She knew the streets blindfolded. Groping for her shorts she pulled them on then dragged on her top. 'How did you know where to find me?' Her mind was yet to get over that hurdle.
He watched her efforts, amused. 'William.'