He tried to move but his hands and legs were bound by a rope.
"Where's this place?" He mumbled.
Then the lamps suddenly turned on. "Great! You're awake."
Mr. Russell blinked in confusion when his gaze landed on Anastasia, seated in a chair with her legs elegantly crossed.
Dressed in the same black, form-fitting attire that accentuated her curves, she looked both commanding and alluring. Despite his growing unease about the situation, he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering, momentarily caught in admiration of her striking figure.
Anastasia noticed where his eyes were and could only shake her head in amusement.
"I see you still haven't realized what is happening here," she mumbled to herself, but it was still audible enough for him to hear what she said.
It seemed her words had helped him snap out of his trance, and his confusion returned.
"Where's this place? I thought we were going to the hotel before I…before I passed out," he said, face filled with realization.
