I’m left alone for an hour or so, getting stiff and still reeling from my morning talk with Travis. Today has already been an emotional roller coaster and it’s still morning. I need to get up and move, but seeing that I’m handcuffed to this bed, I’ll have to improvise. I push all the pillows to the end of the bed and stand up. My cuffed hand moves up the metal rod. I run in place, thinking that I probably look ridiculous to anyone watching. The soft bed makes it a little difficult to run, but it’s helping with the stiffness. I alternate running in place with jumps. Time is hard to determine, but I imagine that I’ve been doing this for a half an hour and have worked up a good sweat. I go into a split to stretch my inner thighs and bend over at the waist with both hands on the headboard. The door opens. I glance over my shoulder and see Jett frozen in place, flashing a devilish grin. I’m almost positive he is eye fucking me right now.
“See something you like?” I turn back around to face the headboard and lay my head on the bed. I’m still in my yoga pants so it’s been easy to work out and stretch. Thank God I dressed for comfort yesterday.
“Mmm… you’re very flexible,” he groans.
He drops some bags on the bed. I sit up on my knees and he walks over to unlock my handcuff attached to the bed. This time he unlocks the cuff around my wrist, as well. He brushes my wrist. The electricity in his touch shoots all the way up my arm, straight down between my legs. I squeeze my legs closed and silently beg my body to stop reacting to him.
“Are you releasing me?” My voice is full of excitement.
“No. Sorry.” He sounds sincere. “I brought you some clothes and toiletries so you can take a shower.” He nods his head toward the bags.
I look through the bags and there is everything I need, plus a bra and panties. As if he read my mind while I’m searching the bag, he says, “I didn’t pick those out. Melanie did.” I give him a questioning look.
“Melanie is the lady who came in earlier,” he answers my unasked question.
“Oh. I guess I should thank her.” I shrug.
I quickly glance at Jett’s gun, which is holstered on his hip. Even if I could grab it, I doubt I’d be able to get out of this room since we’re being watched closely. There are cameras everywhere.
“Don’t think about it,” Jett warns. “You’d probably end up shooting yourself.”
Seriously. I glanced at his gun for one second. It’s those damn eyes. I’ll let him keep thinking that I have no clue about guns though.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I’ve never touched a gun before. I wouldn’t know how to cock a gun.” I smile and try to sound innocent.
“It’s not hard. Hold on tight, pull back, and it shoots,” he says in a suggestive tone.
“Maybe you can teach me?” We have moved toward each other. We are inches apart. Frozen in place, I look up and our eyes lock. I go to put my hand on his chest but stop right before I touch him. The sexual tension between us is like a category-five hurricane, with the end result being total destruction. He looks down at my hand and back into my eyes. His eyes change, becoming serious and hard. I back away quickly, shaking my head back to reality, and turn around. I grab the bags and head toward the bathroom. He follows me but I can tell by his pounding, heavy, and rushed steps that he’s no longer in a playful mood.
I whip around as he follows me all the way into the bathroom. “What are you doing? You are definitely not coming in here with me.”
He grabs my hand and runs his fingers lightly around the red marks left by the handcuffs.
“Are you okay?” he asks quietly. He brings my wrist to his mouth and softly kisses it. I rest my hand on his face, and he leans into it kissing the palm of my hand.
Evacuate! Evacuate! My brain keeps telling me.
I step back, looking down at the floor. Jett lifts my chin to bring my eyes to his.
“You are the distraction.” His tone is serious. Then he turns around and walks out, shutting the door behind him.
I need to get a grip. Yesterday he was an asshole and today I’m about to throw myself at him. Why the hell am I throwing myself at a man who is helping hold me hostage anyway? It’s dangerous. Jett is dangerous.
Everything that I need is in the bag. The stuff I dig out is top-of-the-line. More yoga pants and a tank top. If I see Melanie again, I’ll be sure to thank her for being so thoughtful to the prisoner. I let out a laugh. This situation is so bizarre. Then I remember the cameras in the bedroom.
“Jett? Are you out there?” I open the bathroom door and peek out. He’s pulled the chair to the table in the corner and is working on a laptop. Hmm… very businesslike. I question my original thought that he is Travis’s bodyguard.
“What’s up, sweetheart?” he says, looking up.
“Um… are there cameras in the bathroom?” If he says yes, I am taking a shower in my bra and panties.
“No. But there’s no way out of there either, so don’t bother looking. And the razor will be taken away as soon as you’re done,” he responds in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Who do you think I am, MacGyver?” I laugh out loud.
“You’re full of surprises, sweetheart.” He smirks.
Damn, I wish he wasn’t so hot. I close the bathroom door and get to my much-needed shower.