The second day of being taunted, bound, spanked, collared and gagged finally convinced the pretty pop singer the woman who had invaded her private vacation bungalow wasn’t here for robbery or ransom.
During a brief interlude when there wasn’t something terrible jammed across her mouth to keep her from crying out, Jaime demanded answers.
“Stupid girl. The recording executives caught wind you were thinking of making your own label, and sent me along to persuade you otherwise.”
