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I look around to avoid his stare. Two windows, three doors. “It ain’t gonna happen,” he says, watching me. See? Those fucking eyes can read what I’m thinking.
“What’s not going to happen? You guys releasing me? You know people are going to be looking for me when I don’t return from my walk!” I bark out. If only that were true.
He ignores my questions but responds, “You have beautiful eyes.”
I stared at him dumbfounded. My brows furrow.
“Really? Now is NOT the time for pickup lines.” I roll my eyes. Even though this is the worst timing, my body doesn’t seem to agree.
“So, your name is Renee.” It was a statement more than a question. “Why are you really here, Renee?” I wish he’d send in Tweedledee and Tweedledum; at least I could keep my uncontrollable libido in control. His looks and voice are very distracting.
“I don’t know why you people aren’t listening to me. I was looking for my dog. I’m assuming you don’t have him, so can I please go?” I sigh. “Is this something y’all do normally? Kidnap women?”
“Nope… to both your questions.”
Chapter Six
Jett
WHY THE FUCK am I in here babysitting this girl? This is not my job. Don’t get me wrong, she’s gorgeous. Sinfully gorgeous. I could stare at her all day and wish she was under me all night. Seeing her squirm, knowing that I’m making her blush is killing me. I’m having to constantly think about my grandma to avoid getting a fucking hard-on. But she shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be in here with her. Although, when I think of the alternatives, Joe and Bill, it pisses me off. There is no way they are getting anywhere near her. I may think about doing dirty things to her, but hey, I’m a good guy. Those dipshits, on the other hand, might try to take advantage of our guest.
We saw her on the security footage way before she jumped the fence. It surprised all of us when she actually did it. Travis has many enemies in all shapes and sizes, so we don’t mess around when someone trespasses. But damn, I got a little hard when she took down Joe. When they brought her in, I couldn’t help but notice she had the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. But nothing could have surprised me more than when I walked into the room and met those eyes. They were familiar. Travis’s eyes are the same color. Although Travis’s eyes don’t do much for me, hers are hard to look away from. It’s like they hypnotize me.
Travis wants me to see if I can use my charm to get her to talk. Charm, my ass. He means my looks. And fuck if I care if it’ll make her talk to get her out of here faster. I’m not really sure what is going on, but when Travis saw the name of the girl, he flipped out. He told me that wasn’t her name. So here I am, staring into her Caribbean blue eyes, trying my fucking hardest not to get hard.
“If you tell us who you really are and why you’re really here, we’ll let you go on your merry way.” She doesn’t seem afraid. Which is a huge mistake. She should be. You don’t mess with Travis Stein.
“I’ve told you my story. Numerous times, in fact. I’m sorry you don’t believe me, but that’s all I’ve got,” she says as she rolls her eyes. I know one thing for sure; she’s from the south. Her sweet, southern drawl is sexy, too.
Okay, this isn’t working. How the hell does Travis expect me to get her to talk? She seems to be sticking with her story. It’s not a totally unbelievable story, but I can tell she’s lying; her pupils slightly dilate every time she tells it. I need to establish a friendly connection with her. I push off the chair. Maybe if I sit on the bed it will help instead of sitting right in front of her trying to intimidate her, which is working oh so well, I sarcastically think.
“If you’re not planning on taking my handcuffs off, you better stay the fuck back. My legs aren’t tied down.” I stop walking and stare at her. Did she threaten me? Fuck, why does that excite me? Not that she could actually pin me down, but I’m sure she’d try. I debate continuing my initial thought because I’d be lying if I didn’t want to see what she could do.
“Oh, sweetheart, that sounds like a challenge.” I smirk.
“Fuck you,” she mumbles.
Fuck yes, please.
“Baby, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I tease.
“Um… a little too presumptuous? I hate to break it to you, but not all women like the egotistical, narcissistic assholes.” She snickers and lifts an eyebrow.
“I’ve yet to meet one who can resist,” I say as I walk back to the chair. I sit down and lift my hands behind my head. Tilting my head, I flash her a knowing smile as she glances at my flexed arms and chest.
The door opens behind me and Travis walks in. “Jett, can you wait outside?”
Well, fuck. I’m rather enjoying myself. Knowing I don’t have a choice, I get up and wink at Renee before leaving. I hear her say “asshole” right before I leave. I let out a booming laugh as I close the door. I wonder if I have time to take a cold shower.
Chapter Seven
THAT MAN IS frustrating. He’s a man-whore who thinks he can have whatever the hell he wants. I could see the desire in his lust-filled eyes. Well, I don’t think so, buddy. Now if only my body would stop reacting to him. I mean I’m a freaking prisoner and my body seems to think now is a good time for a hook-up. I close my eyes and release a heavy sigh. I open them meeting Travis’s eyes.
Travis once again sits in the chair directly in front of me. “I know your name is not Renee. You will not leave this place until you tell me who you really are,” he says in a cold voice.
I stare at him. Even if I had not read about him, I can tell by talking to him that he is a very dangerous man. He seems certain that my name isn’t Renee. I’m not sure why, though. Will he believe me if I tell him my real name? For some reason I can’t say it out loud. Intuition is telling me to shut up and keep quiet.
“Fine. We’ll play this game your way. Unfortunately, you will lose.” And with that he gets up and walks out.
