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as she picked up the pants. Reaching for them, she lifted a lace thong, her mouth dropping at the sight of it.
    Really? Was this some sort of joke? He’d picked out underwear for her? A blush stole across her cheeks, and she was infinitely grateful that no one else was around to witness her mortification. Why a guy leaving her under garments was so humiliating, she wasn’t sure, but it made her not want to wear them.
    Leaving the offending apparel on the corner of the bed, Pixie headed into the small bathroom, intent on having a nice, long shower. The fact that this underground network had electricity shocked her, but what it also meant was that she could finally have a really hot shower. It was just the thing to help ease her anxiety over being locked up the way she was.
    Turning on the showerhead, she turned to lock the door, just to be safe. She didn’t know what time it was, or when Bastian had been there, but she wasn’t taking any chances that he might return while she was naked and vulnerable. Stepping into the rising steam, she sighed loudly as the raining water hit her back, heating her to the bone. God, it was heaven.
    Taking the tie out of her hair, she let the water soak it through, feeling the weight of it grow heavier as it straightened down her back., hitting just above her butt. Spending more time than she probably should have in there, she finally stepped back out onto the cool tile floor, her fingers wrinkly, and her skin a deep pink.
    Wiping off the mirror, she looked at her reflection, her eyes taking in the woman staring back at her. She looked paler than normal, tired, despite the fact that she’d slept for a bit already. Her skin was smooth and unmarred by wrinkles. She poked at the area around her mouth, wondering if that was because she rarely smiled these days.
    Sighing, she pulled on the sports bar she’d already worn, before adding the tank top over it. Then she simply pulled on the tights, forgoing any underwear. If she needed to go commando in order to avoid wearing lingerie given to her by Bastian, then so be it. It made her feel more comfortable anyway.
    Combing through the long strands of her hair, she swept it off her face, twisting the locks into her usual bun, securing it tightly to her head. There were puffy circles beneath her pale eyes, she now noticed. She looked like shit, in her opinion. Not that there was much she could do about it now.
    With another sigh, she exited the bathroom, ready to wait for someone to come and get her. However long that might take. Except as soon as she stepped foot into the bedroom, she froze, unable to look away from the man that stood there. He stared back, his blue eyes darker than usual, a visible tick in his jaw, making her think he was either pissed or frustrated. She wasn’t sure which, but he definitely seemed to be struggling for some kind of control.
    Without speaking, he glanced down beside him, and then back at her with raised brows, his eyes questioning. She looked to where he’d done, noticing his gaze had found the panties still lying there, and her face flamed. When she looked back at him, all she could manage was a small shrug. She wasn’t going to explain herself to him. She didn’t need to. If she didn’t want to wear his stupid thong, that was her decision.
    Except, then his eyes lowered down her body, stopping at the apex of her thighs, and she instantly regretted her rash decision. While having him picture her wearing his thong was embarrassing, him knowing that she was naked instead, and picturing that instead was even worse.
    His nose flared as he inhaled deeply. His gaze moved back up to meet her own, and she almost had to step back at the blatant hunger there. He’s a despicable man, her inner voice reminded her. She shouldn’t be feeling her breath increase, or her stomach tighten when faced with his obvious desire. It was hard to ignore, especially since she’d never felt such a reaction to a man before in her life.