Glaring at him, her eyes flashing in anger, she yanks off the robe.  Bundling it up with the panties she flings the wadded cloth back towards him.  Her breasts giving a small sway at the strength of her throw.  Bella grinds her teeth, her jaw tight and breathing hard through flaring nostrils, she clenches her fists tightly with a sudden need to at least assert some defiance.<br/><br/>Yeah, so it may be a bad idea..  but hey, she's a New York City girl.  He may have the upper hand but she's not willing to completely roll over and play dead.<br/><br/>