{DASHA}
I tilted my face up to the sun as the breeze kissed my warm skin. We were anchored in the middle of aqua-blue water, a brilliant sky shining above.
There was nothing around us, and I was alone on the deck, the chain around my ankle allowing me enough movement even to reach the hot tub.
If I could forget whose yacht this was—and the medieval ankle bracelet —I would be in heaven right now.
All day yesterday I looked for something to pick the lock on my cuff. Unfortunately, there'd been nothing.
Nikolai took the toilet paper roll spring away and there wasn't anything else sharp enough to help me escape. I did find his clothes, which allowed me to cover myself at least. I didn't care if it made him mad or not.
He'd already humiliated me enough.
It was clear Nikolai liked clothes. He had more clothing than almost anyone I knew, a closet full of designer shirts and jeans, suits and shoes.
I recognized the labels—all Russian—and the stuff wasn't cheap.
