Before he could get the masking tape off, a light from the helicopter swept over the building, and he quickly pushed her down and covered her with his body.
When the danger passed, Sugar felt him slowly lift his head, but he didn’t move. Finally she shifted her gaze, and saw him staring down at her with a hungry look in his eyes.
“It seems the danger is over,” she whispered.
“I see you cantalk.”
She began to get nervous. “I think it’s all right to move now.”
“We need to be careful,” he whispered. “We’ll give it a few more minutes.”
Sugar knew she was in a helpless position if he decided to rape her. She tensed, wiggling to get from beneath him.
“Be still,” he said, his breath labored.
“What are you waiting for? Untie me. The danger is over.”
“No,” he said staring down into her eyes. “It’s only begun.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, fear climbing within her.
“Ms. Duquesne, I have an erection.”
“You bastard! If you think—”