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He simply grinned as she refused his money, but he almost laughed when she asked whether or not he was "involved". He couldn't help teasing her, "Why are you looking for matrimony?" He did let out a small chuckle at that, but then answered her. "I have a fiance, she's quite a nice woman. You should meet her," He grinned, noting that even in the reflection of the elevator doors she wouldn't look at him. He finally decided that he wasn't going to be that mean to her and explained a little, though he figured this would actually make her more disgusted if a little relieved, "She's very open, and she's not going to have any problem with anything I'm going to do with you... so long as she's not directly involved."
 
She gritted her teeth even harder, disgusted by him. He had a fiance and he was busy raping his new secretary. He really was horrid. And she was horrid too if she wouldn't have a problem with what he was doing. "You're not going to do anything else with me." she spat at him, still avoiding his reflection in the elevator walls. She tapped her foot anxiously, wanting to get out of that small place as soon as possible. She felt trapped in there. If they were out in the open or at least in public he would have a more difficult time controlling her.
 
He smiled broadly and simply answered, "We shall see about that." The elevator doors opened at the bottom floor, and he urged her forward out into the spacious, beautiful lobby of the building. She felt his grip tighten ever so slightly on the trench coat she was wearing as they started to move. Outside the glass doors and walls at the front of the building she could see a white limo waiting for them, with a driver standing, waiting to open the car door for them.
 
She kept her teeth gritted tightly, walking briskly through the lobby of the building. She kept her face as stoney and angry as she could so that anyone who looked at her would know that she didn't want to be with him. She didn't want the entire building thinking that she was the new bitch for the boss. She kept her eyes straight ahead, not looking at anyone as she moved through the lobby. When they got outside and to the limo she ducked her head and got in, moving over in the long seat to the opposite side, as far away from him as she could get. If he thought that even for a second a fancy limo would impress her, he was dead wrong.
 
He simply kept smiling, an arrogant, smug sort of smirk that she saw when he got in the limo behind her. He immediately put up the divider between the driver and the back, then locked the doors. "Now, before we do anything else, give me back the jacket. I don't want you trying to move from the car," he said, pointing at the tinted windows when he sees her shock and reservation. "Then tell me exactly which banks you used to take this money from the company."
 
She frowned, "I've been complying with you since you...." but she could say what he did to her, she couldn't speak those horrible words. "I'm not going to try to leave the car. And I'm not taking off the jacket. You'll have to rip it off of me, and then I'm not getting out of the car, unless you want to be cited for public disturbance and obscenity by dragging me out naked." she growled at him, her fury shining through now. She was still incredibly sore from what he'd done to her, and she certainly wasn't anywhere near happy with him.

"I used Commerce, Teller Savings, Gaden United, and People's. All the ones in Belle's Plaza." she said bluntly with disinterest.
 
"Very well, you can wear the jacket while we drive," he answered, "but I'm going to demand it while I go into these banks, alone." He flipped the switch on the driver's intercom, "Jenkins, take us over to Teller Savings." He turned back to Elsa. "And I shall assure you, my dear Elsa, that though having you walk around naked is intriguing," he offered a mischievous smile at this, "I will not ask you to do that. Not today anyway."

The car moved in the direction of the first bank, pulling around to the front. Nick turned his head away from Elsa suggesting that he was giving her privacy and held out his open hand, snapping his fingers for the jacket. "I'll be discreet when I open the door, no one will see you," he added.
 
She huffed and crossed her arms in front her chest as they drove, dreading the moment when they reached the first bank. She was glad that she dind't have to go inside with him, that would be weird at the very least. When the time came for him to enter the first bank, she froze, her face draining of color. He was really going to make her take off the coat? She stared at him for a second, thinking it was just a cruel joke. But he snapped his fingers again and kept his hand out.

She huffed again and took the coat off, lifting her butt up to take it off completely. She flung it at him and huddled up into a tight ball, wrapping her arms around herself. She was curvy so even though she was trying, she couldn't hide everything. Her face flushed and she glared at him in irritation.
 
Though he had turned his head, he could see her glare in the window. If she noticed, he had the discipline, even now, to look her directly in the eye and not ogle her. He may have taken exactly what he wanted from her earlier, but it wasn't out of a lack of self control evidently. He smirked at her in the window and something about that self control made him seem much more threatening.

He stepped out of the car, and, as he promised, he was discrete. He blocked the entire opening as he exited the limo, and closed the door making sure that no one had a glimpse inside of the back seat. He had taken the money from her purse, a little surprised she still had it on her. Inside he made a short explanation to the manager and handed some cash to him.

The whole process was repeated until they had visited every bank on her list. Each time he got back in the limo, he met her gaze at eye level, handed her the jacket, and turned his head to let her put it on.
 
They went through the whole ritual of leave and get naked, come back and redress, leave and get naked, come back and redress five times. She noticed that he never looked at her, though he made a point of blocking the door every time he left. He had every opportunity to look at her, to oogle at her breasts, her legs, but he didn't. She huffed every time he left the limo, trying to keep her absolute disgust for him at an all time high.

But it got more difficult every time. He had a weird gentlemanly quality about him that really was quite charming. But he couldn't charm her, she hated him. He had raped her. Raped her. She hated him. The final time she pulled the trench coat extra tight around her, knowing there was no reason for her to have to take it off again. "Are you taking me home now? Since you destroyed my clothing?"
 
He suppressed the urge to giggle when she asked him if he would take her home. "Absolutely," he answered, then flipped on the intercom and said to Jenkins, "Jenkins, take us home please." He winked at her playfully, teasingly. She hadn't specified after all, that he take her to HER home. "And don't worry about the clothes. We can find you something at the house." There was something about the way he said it that made the clothes sound less than promising.

He relaxed in the seat opposite her and looked into her eyes again, seeing if she would meet his gaze or turn away.
 
Her eyes widened and she snapped her neck in his direction, leaning towards him angrily. "No! MY home!" she hissed, furious that he had manipulated her words like that. "My home. Mine! I don't want to go to your house with your fiancee!" she was scathing mad. She met his gaze for a split second and then tore it away from him, turning her back to him completely. She wrapped her arms around herself and crossed her legs tightly. All of that doubt that had begun to seep into her mind about hating him was gone now. He had regained every single ounce of it.
 
He smiled pleasantly and said, "Well if that's the problem, all I really need to do is give her my credit card and she'll be gone all night." He leaned his head back and closed his eyes a bit, relaxing, knowing that of course that was not all of her concern. He sighed, feeling her glares and anger, "I promise you that I won't hurt you any more this evening... unless you ask me to that is."
 
"I'm not going to ask you do to anything to me, you pig." she spat at him, staring at the black leather of the limo seat. She refused to turn around and look at him, knowing he would be wearing some horribly smug look on his face. He thought that he owned her, he thought that he had power over her. He had his money back, he didn't really need her anymore. And she was going to make sure that she left as soon as she possibly could.
 
The pulled up to large house... or possibly a small mansion, depending on how you looked at it. As soon as the car stopped, he stepped out the door, waving off the driver, and held the door open for her. "Welcome to my home," he said rather too pleasantly. The place was gated, and the gates had closed behind the car, but there was a guard in the guardhouse to let people in or out if it was appropriate. Nick was standing on the walk from the driveway to the elegant front door of the white house, accented with palm trees that flowed with the breeze.
 
She looked at the gigantic house out the car door when he opened it and stepped out. She gazed at it for a few moments and then moved her eyes to him for a second, glaring at him furiously. "No. I'm not going in there with you." she clung to herself and the trench coast so that he couldn't rip it off of her. He was going to have to grab her by the hair and drag her all the way up to and inside the house. "I'm not going." she shook her head, "Take me to my home."
 
He raised an eyebrow at her, and for a second a look passed across his face, one he definitely didn't deserve to be giving her. For just a moment, she could tell she had insulted him a little and he looked... not quite hurt, but taken aback. Turning his head he said, "Thank you Jenkins, that will be all." The driver made no complaints and left, obviously not about to interfere in his boss's personal quarrels.

As soon as he was out of sight, Nick rushed her, pinning her against the car. "Elsa, if I have to, I'll render you unconscious and drag you inside by your foot, but you are most definitely going in this house," he said with a voice that was far too quiet and calm. It was strangely menacing. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, starting to walk briskly towards the front door. As soon as he was an arm's length from her, he gave a hard tug to her hair to urge her forward. He managed to yank her a few steps in the right direction simply because she was initially shocked.
 
She definitely hadn't expected him to actually drag her by the hair, but that was exactly what he was doing. She screeched when he began to yank her along, stumbling forward and unable to stop herself from moving. She tried to be deadweight, but it didn't seem to make a difference. He just pulled her along, his strength over her extremely evident now. "Let go! Let go of my hair!" she yelled, pushing at him and pulling back until she finally managed the free herself from his grip.

She followed after him, trying to fix her hair as best she could. It was undoubtedly going to be a ridiculous mess until she was able to shower and properly fix it, but she had to at least try. She huffed at him as they made what seemed like an excrutiatingly long journey to the house.
 
He opened the front door for her politely, ushering her in. Once she was inside, he shut the door behind them and let out a long sigh. "You pushed me into breaking a promise, Elsa. I hope you weren't too badly hurt," he sounded vaguely apologetic, "Now, I don't wish to hurt you any more tonight, and if you'll cooperate, that will be much easier for me to do. I can be a gentleman and treat you delicately, if you'll let me." He looked her in the eye again and smiled softly, without the air of smugness she had seen several times earlier today.
 
She was a little surprised at his sudden gentleness. She didn't think his promise was real anyway, why should he feel badly that he'd broken it? She glanced around the foyer of his house anxiously, the entire place was lavish and opulant. She felt like if she touched something it would shatter into a million pieces. She wasn't poor, but she overspent and wasn't living as well as she had been once. She cleared her throat in irritation and wrapped her arms around herself again. "I'm not willing," she said stubbornly, "But I won't try to hit you anymore."
 
He nodded, figuring that was about the best he could ask for at the moment. "Do you want anything before dinner? A glass of wine, a shower... anything?" he offered, trying to be a good host. "I think we can even find you some clothes that will work."

He started walking into the living room as he talked, listening to see if there was anything within his hospitality that she would accept. The room had a fire going already and felt warm and comfortable. There were several deep leather couches and chairs.
 
She followed him into the living room, eyeing the expensive leather furniture. There must be a hundred thousand dollars worth of leather in here, it was ridiculous. She could imagine herself taking a giant knife and ripping it all up, making him pay for the pain he'd caused her earlier in the day. But she wouldn't actually do that. If she did, he would really have something to make her pay for, he would have another reason to abuse her.

She really wanted to take a shower. She felt as if she could still feel his seed inside of her, stewing there and making bad things happen. "I would really appreciate a shower," she murmured, "A shower, by myself." she clarified, trying to avoid the possibility of him manipulating her speech again.
 
He nodded, and said quite amiably, "Of course. I won't intrude on your privacy, Elsa. Follow me." He took her up the winding staircase that led off of the living room to the second floor. He opened the door to an incredibly large and lavish bathroom. There was a shower, but there was also a large whirlpool tub with various scented oils and bubble baths lining it. He got out a large white terrycloth bath towel with a matching bathmat, wash rag, and even a fluffy robe. He set them on the counter, neatly folded. "There's a fresh bar of soap here with your towels, and anything else you can need is there in the tub or in the shower."

He nodded to her and then left the room, giving her the privacy that he promised.
 
She followed him up to the bathroom, trying not to look too amazed at the things inside the lavish room. Once he left she locked the door, just in case he tried to come back in (though he probably had a key). She slid the trenchcoat off and walked over to the shower, turning it on. She let it get scaldingly hot and then climbed in, feeling the hot water pour over her. It felt amazing. She heaved a great sigh and set about washing herself, scrubbing every inch of her body. She scrubbed and washed her hair until it felt clean.

When she was done she got out and turned the shower off. She dried herself thoroughly with the fluffy towel and washed her face. She pulled the robe on tied it tightly, glancing at herself in the mirror. The robe accentuated her curves but wasn't slutty in the least. She left the bathroom, trenchcoat in hand, and walked down the stairs. She found him in the living room and held the coat out to him, "Here's your coat."
 
He flipped off the tv and took the coat from her. "Thank you," he said, and quickly walked off, hanging it in the front closet. He returned after just a moment and continued, "Would you like to step into some new clothes, Elsa? I have a whole closet full that haven't even been worn." He thought of all the ridiculous shopping trips that Jennifer had gone on with his card (or even her own for that matter), most of which she'd worn only long enough to try them on at the store.
 
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