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Holy shit.
I’ve never had my body heat up so fast yet have goose bumps all over. I can feel the wetness of my arousal. I wiggle in my seat. The friction of my pants rubbing against me is about to make me explode.
“You can’t say shit like that if you’re not going to follow through.” My breath catches as his hand comes up my thigh, anticipation roaring through me.
The door suddenly opens, making me jump. It’s like all the sexual tension in the air falls to the ground. Jett moves his hand from my thigh and casually stands up.
It’s one of the men from earlier who dragged Joe off. “Jett, Travis needs you.”
Jett turns around with a smirk. “Well… saved by the bell. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Emily,” he says in a playful tone. “Sweet dreams.” He wiggles his eyebrows and then turns and walks out the door.
I groan out in frustration.
I should write a letter so if they find me dead in the morning, they know it’s because I combusted from sexual frustration. If I were at home, I’d pull out my trusty bullet to satisfy myself, but there is no way in hell I am going to masturbate in this room.
Needing a distraction, I turn the TV on. Not soon after, I fall asleep dreaming of Jett. Although, in my dream we don’t stop.
Chapter Eighteen
WAKING UP TODAY I feel like a trapped animal. Today is day four and there is no end in sight. Feeling depressed, I make my way to the shower and get ready for my non-exciting day.
Walking out, I’m surprised to see Travis sitting at the table. Breakfast is spread out and he brought me an iced chai tea latte. I have it in my hand so fast I don’t bother asking how he knows about my favorite drink.
“That good?” Travis laughs, revealing a smile that reaches his eyes.
I pause from guzzling down my drink. Weird. Travis seems to be in a good mood. The few times I’ve seen him, he’s never been happy. Intense, angry, questioning… yes. Happy… no.
“Yes, it’s that good. Thank you. But how did you know it was my favorite drink?” Thank God it’s a venti.
“Jett.”
Oh, yeah. Our card game of many questions. I can’t believe he remembered. I sit down and grab a pastry. I peek up at Travis and see he is staring at me. His stare isn’t intense though. There’s a warmth to it today. It shakes my core. Something’s changed.
“So, are you going to let me go today?” I’m certain it’s a no, but maybe I’ll wear him down and maybe he’ll actually do it one day. He seems like he’s in a good mood, so maybe.
He warmly smiles at me. “Emily, I want to tell you a little story.”
I guess that’s a no.
“I fell in love a long time ago with the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She was an angel to my darkness. I was drawn to her immediately. I wanted to change for her. I would have done anything for her. Our love story was like none other. It was truly magical.”
What the hell? This is definitely random and very unlike the Travis I met over the last few days. Maybe he needs a friend. Damn, he doesn’t need to hold me prisoner for this. Maybe he is telling me this to warn me about Jett. Don’t worry. There is no me and Jett outside this place. And that is my number one goal. To be free again.
“I didn’t know you were married?” I knew he wasn’t from researching him on the Internet. Actually, he’d never been married, which I found kind of odd because he’s a really good-looking older man.
He chuckles. “I’m not.”
“Okay.” I try to sound interested, but I really couldn’t care less.
“After we were together for six months, the most wonderful time of my life, things happened that were out of my control. I wasn’t able to leave my business and she left me.” He frowns and looked down.
“I’m sorry?” Does he want compassion from me? Not going to happen, dude.
He looks back to me. “But I saw her again the other day.”
Why does he want to talk about something personal with me? I don’t care who he saw the other day. I don’t care about his love life. I wish he would leave me alone or I don’t know… let me go. He’s ruining the small excitement that I’m getting from drinking my tea.
“Look, Travis, I’m not sure why you feel the need to walk down memory lane with me right now, but I don’t like you. I’m really confused as to why you think that this is a good time to tell me your life story. Do I seem like someone who gives a fuck? You are holding me against my will and won’t let me go.”
