“Don’t move.” Shane rises to his feet and stalks out of the room. I don’t have time to wonder if this is all one terrible mistake before he’s back, my purse in his hands. He tosses it next to me. “Phone.”

I dig it out with shaking hands, unlock it, and pass it over. Shane considers me and then jerks his chin to the couch. “Sit in the corner.”

I obey, moving awkwardly. I lean back against the corner of the couch and spread my legs before he can command me to do it. His tight smile is reward enough. “Good girl.” He stands again and flips on the lights...