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Jett walks back in with the other two thugs behind him. They both have guns in their hands. I shake my head and laugh while I rattle my cuffs. It’s not like I can do anything. Jett walks up to the bed with a smirk. He also has a gun, but his is holstered. I stare at him questioning what he’s going to do, readying myself for a fight, if need be.
“I’m going to unlock the handcuffs so you can go to the bathroom. Don’t fucking try anything or they are going to shoot you,” he warns. I’m sure the asshole with the broken fingers would love a reason to shoot me. I do have to pee, so I guess I should behave. He unlocks one handcuff, which lets me bring my hands down. I shake them and wiggle my fingers. It feels awesome getting the blood circulating. Getting up off the bed, I walk into the bathroom. Jett is immediately behind me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I whip around, stopping in the doorway. We’re almost chest to chest. His closeness catches me off guard, and I have to step back to catch my breath.
“Coming with you to the bathroom.” He shrugs.
“The hell you are. I can’t pee in front of you.”
“Sweetheart, there is a separate little room with a toilet. I’ll wait right outside of that.” He chuckles as he points in the direction of the toilet. “Would you rather have one of those fuckers in here with you?” he whispers into my ear, motioning toward the two thugs. The heat of his breath makes me shiver. I step back again.
Um. No. “Fine, cover your ears so you can’t hear me,” I huff.
Jett laughs out loud. A deep, sexy laugh. After I finish a much needed pee break, I come out of the room and wash my hands. My stomach grumbles. I wonder if they are going to starve me to make me talk. Man, I am really in a shitty situation. Jett leads me back to the bed and grabs the one hand with the cuffs still attached and locks it back to the headboard. At least this time I have one hand loose and my other hand is cuffed lower so it isn’t directly above my head.
“Thanks,” I say defeated and sit back against the headboard.
All three guys leave and a few minutes later Jett walks back in with a tray of food. He places it on the bed by me. A hamburger and sweet potato fries.
“Is it poisoned?” I ask snidely.
“I guess you’re going to have to eat it and find out,” he answers just as snidely.
It looks so good. I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast and I’m assuming it’s close to dinner, if not after. “What time is it?”
“Seven,” he responds.
He sits on the chair and watches me eat. The food is really good. I love sweet potato fries. So much so that I might have moaned a little. I glance at Jett, hoping he didn’t hear me. He has the sexiest grin on his face while he nods. Yep, pretty sure he heard me.
I notice that he shifts in his chair. Hmm… do I affect him as much as he does me? I can definitely use this to my advantage. After eating all my food, Jett takes the dishes and places them on the table.
“Is there a TV in here?” I ask.
“Do you think this is a fucking hotel?” He chuckles. Asshole.
“So if I get the pleasure of watching you all night as my entertainment, you could at least put on a show.” I arch my eyebrow and smile.
“I could say the same to you.” He smirks and winks.
Oh. I’m very competitive. Game on.
Smiling, I sit up a bit on the bed. His intense eyes are still on me, although I see a question in them now. He tilts his head while he crosses his arms. He’s wondering what I’m going to do. I slowly lift my top. I am definitely comfortable in my body. My bra and panties are not much different than a swimsuit. His eyes get bigger as I get ready to lift it over my bra. I continue up and over my head. Even though one hand is cuffed to the bed, I’m able to hang my shirt on the headboard. I glance over at Jett with hooded eyes as I run my free hand over my breasts. My nipples get hard. Now he’s fidgeting in his chair, adjusting himself. Then he gets up and storms out of the room.
Score one for Addison! I mentally high-five myself. I put my shirt back on and sit down against the headboard again. A few minutes later, Jett rolls in a TV. He’s pissed. For a guy who seems to always be in control, he’s not right now. This makes me very happy. After he plugs it in, he stalks over to me and throws the remote down by my side.
“There are fucking cameras everywhere in here,” he whispers in my ear, “so stop playing a fucking game.” His beautiful eyes bore into mine. The heat of his breath sends chills down my body. I’m irritated that he has this effect on me.
I grab the remote and turn the TV on and ignore him. I mindlessly switch channels trying to distract myself from a really pissed off Jett. “Do you like to watch anything?” Besides me? ”On TV? Bad Boys… The Enforcer… The Godfather?” I try to think of any movies that might reflect the situation I am in.
He twists his lips as he leans forward in his chair and places his elbows on his knees. “You know, it really bothers me that you don’t seem scared. You should be. You don’t know what you have got yourself involved in here.” I internally agree. I feel safe with Jett, but I’m not sure why. I definitely would have never stripped in front of Travis’s other guys. Maybe if I was lying on that cellar floor I’d be a lot more worried. I hope my false sense of security doesn’t come back and bite me in the ass.
“What the hell do you want me to do? I’ve told y’all who I am and why I was on the lawn. You don’t believe me. So now I’m being held here against my will with a bodyguard who looks like you…” I motion up and down his body with my free hand “…and you’re distracting! Sorry! I’m a smartass when I get nervous!” I throw the remote at his head and lie down. I blink back the tears. I’m not in the mood for TV anymore.
Chapter Eight
Jett
I CATCH THE remote flying for my head. What did I do? She says I’m distracting? I shake my head in disbelief. I’m the one who can’t do my job because she’s here. I’m just telling her like it is. I wish she’d just tell us who she is.
