Hannah had a vivid vision as he said he didn't bite--and it wasn't of his teeth on her lips.  She could see him, a hand gripping her bare breast and his shark mouth on her nipple.  She shuddered, feeling the vision as vividly as if it were real--well, not as vididly, she was quite sure.  That was the difficulty of her situation.  Years of vivid dreams had built up inside her mind but her flesh was left out of it.<br/><br/>Jon was right to be cautious with her phone.  When he swiped it open she tensed up perhaps more than she had when he had strapped her down.  There was nothing her managers stressed ore than to never let that phone out of your grasp.  She watched every movement of his fingers with eagle eyes, only relaxing when he finally powered it back off.  The moment was a helpful palate cleanser after their intense escapade, and a useful reminder of the dangerous situation she was in.<br/><br/>She said nothing as he returned to work, just smiling awkwardly and trying to hold her arm still.  She couldn't seem to get comfortable in the chair now, every touch of it on her body seeming to remind her of the sense of being restrained.  Heat flushed her body in waves at the recollections, but warred with the whirring machinery going on in her mind.  Hannah was trying to work out how this could work.  What was the safest way forward, what would avoid repercussions.  Her mind was shapr, strategic, normally.  But she was finding it hard to concentrate with his hands spreading the ointment over her bare flesh.  She knew her skin was breaking out in goose pimples at his touch.<br/><br/>"Actually, I won't," she stated after a long period of silence as he worked on her arm.  She let him chew on that for a moment as she considered the next.  "You will have to be the one.  I hope you have a good memory for numbers, because mine is 319-441-7742."  She had realized that she couldn't risk calling him.  if he called her she could always claim he had swiped her number while she sat here.  No matter how much he called, she could always claim it was harassment.  Hannah mentally ignored the fact that she was already imagining him calling her multiple times.<br/><br/>Her face was flushed after saying it, her eyes bright.  She stared away from him at the shelves of equipment.  At whatever was peeking from under that cover.  "You ... have a lot of equipment down here," she added as his work progressed.  She tried but failed at feigning casualness.