Vanessa wanted to disappear. Of all the things to have happened, now was the time something like this happened. Why? Why had she panicked when he had teased her about restraints and all?
If she hadn't panicked then she could have simply laughed it off and then be done with it. Then, she could have taken her time to go upstairs to her room and hide this thing.
"This is not what it looks like?"
"Isn't it?" He asked as he stared at her. Something about his gaze felt odd to her. But she couldn't make out why? He looked as if he were looking at a criminal. She took the handcuffs back from his hand carefully and gave him a look," It really isn't. I mean I understand that the timing of this couldn't be worse, but I really am not involved in any casting couch scandals okay? This here? It is a gift from my friend. She is quite cheeky and this is her idea of a joke."
Without saying anything more, she quickly ran up the stairs, cursing under her breath.
