Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“Mrs. Lou is not going to help you,” he says as if that is going to stop me from trying. He walks to the door, opening it for her. She rolls in a cart filled with yummy-smelling food.
“I’ve been kidnapped,” I inform her again as I draw closer to the food cart and snatch a scallop off one of the plates. A small moan leaves me when the taste hits my mouth.
“It tastes better than prison food, I’m sure.” He smirks.
“Well, you’ll soon know, won’t you? Kidnapping is definitely a felony,” I retort.
The woman–I think I heard him call her Mrs. Lou–grins at the two of us. “Is there anything else you might need?” she asks.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her to call the police, but my kidnapper is right. This is better than prison. At least Hoover can’t get me if I’m here. Who knows how long this handsome kidnapper will keep me? I guess it will be for however long ‘a while’ means that my kidnapper keeps saying he’s keeping me for.
“A stun gun?” I toss out.
“How high of a voltage would you want?” Mrs. Lou says in all seriousness.
“She’s not getting a stun gun.”
“A real gun?”
He gives me a hard stare.
“Girl’s gotta try.” I shrug.
And I think I’m going to have to try a whole lot harder if I plan on getting that flower.
7
AVERY
She devours another scallop as I sit her on the bed and roll the cart in front of her. Grabbing a napkin, I drape it over her lap.
“Dig in.” I pull the lid off the main dish.
“Steak?” She eyes the serrated knife.
I take it before she gets any ideas and begin cutting up the meat for her.
She grumbles and samples the risotto. Mrs. Lou’s made my favorite Parmesan and basil version.
“Holy crap, this is so good.”
“Mrs. Lou has a very particular set of skills.” I finish cutting her steak then wipe the knife clean before pocketing it.
“Cock block.” She sighs. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“When you’ve had enough.” I pull a soft roll from the small bread basket and begin buttering it for her.
“You know you haven’t even told me your name.”
“It’s a pretty huge triumph that I’ve already seen you naked yet you have no clue who I am.”
“Perv.”
“Am I?” I hand her the bread.
She takes it with a curse under her breath.
“Because if I’m not mistaken, your cunt was absolutely soaked.” I close my eyes and get a vision of her bared before me. My cock aches at the memory. “So if anyone’s the perv …” I let that hang in the air.
“My moisture levels are none of your business.” She waves her fork at me.
“Fair enough. Now tell me why you thought it was a good idea to steal my golden orchid.”
“I never said it was a good idea.”
“Then why would you do it?”
“Because I needed to get out of some trouble, and all I had to do was take that silly little plant back to–” She snaps her mouth shut.
“Back to who, Goldie?”
She chews and glares at me.
“I’m going to find out one way or another. You may not know who I am or what you’ve stumbled into, but I can promise you I’m going to get to the bottom of all of it. I’m going to know you inside and out.” I smirk. “Well, I suppose I already know the outside.”
She bites her roll with a vengeance. “Dammit! Why is this so good?”
“I told you. Mrs. Lou knows her way around a kitchen. And now I know my way around your body. What would you have done if I’d licked your wet cunt, Goldie?”
She stops chewing, her eyes going wide. With a sputter, she stabs her fork toward me. “That wasn’t the deal. You may as well forget all about that, because that’s the last time you’re ever seeing me naked.”
“What about when we sleep together tonight?” I make a show of stretching and yawning. “We can sleep naked. For comfort, of course.”
“I’m not sleeping with you.” Her tone is adamant, but she takes another bite of steak and a nibble from her roll. “You’re delusional. Does Mrs. Lou know that you’re up here being absolutely nutty and making up scenarios that will never happen?”
“Does your father know you enjoy stealing things?”
“That’s also none of your business.” She sips her water. “So what now? I’m not going to just let myself stay kidnapped. This is bullshit. You have to let me go.”
“So you can steal my golden orchid?”
“What? No. I don’t want that stupid plant.” She looks away as she says it.
“Don’t lie to me, Goldie.”
“Look, you already busted me, all right? You don’t have to worry. I’ll leave here empty-handed. It’ll be like I was never here at all.”
I don’t like the sound of that. Not one fucking bit. “If you leave, then who will eat all Mrs. Lou’s food? You have no idea how happy she’ll be when she sees how much you enjoyed it.”