Maybe, Guerrero considered, the handcuffs were a bad idea.
He checked the arrangement again. The trick to cuffing someone is positional - lockpicks are useless if you're spread eagle.
The was no slack in the cuffs.
It wasn't the scotch, he admitted. It was pride. His reputation hadn't impressed her.
And, he added, reluctantly, she was hot.
"Torture's all about control, right?" her voice was husky.
He nodded.
"Let's see some of this vaunted control," she straddled his nude body, dangling the key. "Last one hour, I'll give you the key."
Guerrero pulled against his cuffs, moaned.