Free Misty by M. Garnet Page A

The big bully has proven he can push me around. Big deal. Do you trip old ladies and knock over kids ice cream cones?” She was talking as she moved to look into a couple of the doors. Each bedroom was pretty much alike, very generous with king size beds. Each had a private attached bathroom. “I don’t suppose you packed my nightgown — you know, that big sweatshirt I like to sleep in?”
    She went into the bedroom of her choice, closed the door and found it did not have a lock. Great. She went into the bathroom. It had a lot of extras, like toothbrushes in unopened packets, combs and brushes the same way. She took a washcloth and scrubbed her face. She took the clips out of her hair and brushed it until it was almost straight again.
    She looked around and just reached under her dress to undo the bra and slid the straps down, in the way only women could do, taking it off without removing their outer clothes. She went out into the bedroom. Of course, he was there. He held out a shirt for her. It was a black tee. When she did not move towards him or take the offered item, he tossed it on the end of the bed. “That should do, and those pretty red panties will have to stay until I pick up some of your things tomorrow.” He turned and went out closing the door behind him.
    She let out an exasperated moan. How did he know about her underwear? She finally walked over and picked up the tee. It was a very large, heavy cotton tee shirt with a tiger’s head silk-screened on the front in brilliant colors. She looked around and decided she had enough privacy so she slipped off the red dress and dropped the large tee over her head. It indeed was very large with the hem coming down mid-way of her thighs.
    She went back into the bathroom and opened a couple of drawers until she found the packaged toothbrushes and brushed her teeth. She stepped back and did a double take as she looked at the face of the tiger in the mirror. The eyes, very large and outlined on the black tee, were the same pale blue as the man in the other room. Great, was he making a statement or was it just a coincidence? She didn’t think so — everything he did had a purpose. She wondered if some woman, walking through an expensive store, saw the shirt and thought about him. Surely he had lovers, or at least women involved with him. Were they also Vampires? He was extremely good looking and there was something that was very sexy about him. Wait, what was she thinking? Shit, she had read about this in one of the books on Vampires. There was an attraction built into them. Okay, she was just going to have to be aware of it and not give into any so called allure that might be around him.
    She turned out most of the lights but left one on in the bathroom, with the door partially open. She didn’t want to sleep in a strange place in the dark. She got into bed, pulled the covers over her and knew she was too nervous to sleep, but decided she might be able to relax.
    Her next thought was turning over and looking at the bedside clock and seeing that it was 11. She realized this had to be 11 in the morning, almost noon, and she had slept. She got up, went over to slowly open the door. She looked into the living room. No one was there so she quietly went over to the kitchen nook. She could see the other three bedrooms and their doors were open. The sliding glass doors were open on the balcony but she could not see anyone there either. She seemed to be in the suite by herself.
    She made a small breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, and walked out on the balcony. She was not familiar with where the apartment was located, but it was quite a view. There was a lot of traffic below. She wondered when he would be back and if he was bringing her clothes. She heard the sound of the elevator so she returned to the main room expecting her tormentor but instead it was worse.
    The three men from last night stood inside the elevator, the older man in front and the other two like tin soldiers