Bound To Him

Eleanor blinked and nodded. “Yes, sir,” she said through trembling lips.

“Good. Your room adjoins mine. It is at the top of the stairs, the second to the last room on the right. Your bags are already there.”

“Thank you,” she said, her voice little more than a squeak.

Daniel smiled but it was not a kind smile. It sent a chill into her stomach even as his fingers against her skin made her uncomfortably warm. “You flinched,” he said. “This must not be how he usually gets your attention.”

“It isn’t. He grabs my neck. Or my wrist.”

“Which do you prefer?”

She shrugged. “I hate them all the same.”

Daniel’s eyes momentarily brightened with suppressed laughter and Eleanor was struck again by how handsome he was. This was going to be a long week.

“Go,” he said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Relieved to be dismissed from his unnerving presence, Eleanor practically bolted toward the staircase. Taking two steps at a time she made it to the top and down the hall to her room in no time. She threw open th