Holiday in Handcuffs

Chapter 7

Derek entered the bathroom, grateful for the heater that was still emitting heat into the tiny space. He placed his clothes onto the bathroom counter and then turned back to the woman who had led him by the handcuffs.

"What are we doing in here?" He asked, his eyes searching her face as she stare back at him.

"What do you think usually happens in bathrooms? You are going to shower." She told him. Like it was normal for him to be kidnapped, cuffed, and then told to clean himself. She reached down and turned the tub faucet on, her hand dipping underneath the flow of the water as she adjusted the temperature. She silently nodded her approval of the temperature and then turning the shower on, she looked up at him expectantly. "What are you waiting for? Get in."

Derek's eyes widened. "Are you freaking kidding me? I'm still dressed!"

She heaved a frustrated sigh and then turned her back to him, her eyes darting towards the ceiling. "Fine. Whatever. Take your clothes off and get in. I'm not looking."

Derek stared at the back of her head, his perplexed expression only deepening. "You're seriously going to stay in here while I shower?" He asked her.

"Just get in the freaking shower before the hot water runs out!" She barked at him.

"Fine." Derek grumbled as he began to strip his clothes off. He glanced up from time to time, making sure she kept her eyes averted. When all of his clothes were discarded, he climbed into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. Turning his back to the spray he dipped his head back and let the hot water wet his hair. He suddenly felt a burst of cold air. "What the-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman had snaked her hand in and handcuffed his arm to the shower head.

"Oh, you have GOT to be freaking kidding me!" He said for the second time in two minutes. "What, do you think I'm going to magically escape through the drain, or something?" He asked with frustration.

On the other side of the curtain, the woman sat down on the counter and fought back the small smile that was trying to creep it's way across her lips. "Just shut up and take a shower."

"And how am I supposed to do that with my arm handcuffed to the damn shower head?" He asked her as the water pelted his face.

She shrugged even though he couldn't see her. "Improvise." She stated, receiving a huff from him.

For a few seconds all that could be heard was the swishing of water mixing with the whirring of the heater. Finally, Derek's voice cut into the noises.

"When you cuffed me to the shower head, were you just trying to see me naked?" He asked, his movements to clean himself off stilling as he spoke to her. "I mean, you're not one of those freaky fetish kidnappers are you?"

He could have sworn he heard a light chuckle emitting from the other side of the shower curtain, but he wasn't sure.

"No." She replied. "I'm not a freaky fetish kidnapper person. And I wasn't trying to see you naked." She said. "Although, you do have a very nice butt."