Our eyes finally clashed.
Who in the hell did he think he was?
I smirked, “Doesn’t mean I’m going to make things easy for you.”
He stood up from the table. Of course, my eyes looked for something to stab him with but found nothing that would help.
He chuckled.
“I’ve removed all the sharp objects,” he stated.
“You’re probably in the habit of just taking women…been stabbed one time too many?”
He was tall.
I’d noticed earlier but earlier he hadn’t just been starring down on me. Trying to make me feel small.
“I’ll take you now, Simone. I’ll take you in front of my men. I’ll do whatever I want with you…you belong to me now,” he whispered.
His hand came up and suddenly he was snatching me and slamming me into the chair next to him. Carefully he leaned down and spoke again, “Eat….or I promise you’ll starve.”
The need to cry welled up in me. But I wouldn’t let him break me. No man would ever have that pleasure, not even a beast like him. His face was still near mines, daring me to make a move.
I turned my head and looked him dead in the eye.
“Have you even considered,” I began to question. “That you kidnapped a business owner? That you if I don’t show up…people will wonder where I am? They will look for me?”
Up close, his brown eyes seemed to show some sort of hatred towards me. But there was something else behind them. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was but there was a tiny scar that decorated his cheek. A slight imperfection that marred his otherwise handsome features.
He smelled like danger.
I hated that thought, that danger had a smell but he did. He smelled like a mix of sandalwood and with an afterthought of pepper behind it.
Turning away, I picked up the fork and began to stab at the food wishing that it was his flesh.
“I’ve considered it,” he straightened up and went to his seat.
The chicken practically melted in my mouth. I hadn’t had cooking like this since…well since my mother had cooked for me as a child. A flash of her smile went through my mind but like always I shook it away.
“And?”
“It’s taken care of,” he stated simply and held up my confiscated cell phone.
“You just thought of everything, huh?”
He shrugged and began to eat his own food. We fell into a silence. It was only when I had cleaned the plate did I realize that I had indeed been starving. Within a matter of minutes, the lady that had practically run from the room when I’d entered, came and cleared our dishes.
“It was so good,” I told her.
She didn’t make eye contact with me, just nodded and left the room again.
“My staff isn’t to talk to you,” he said simply. “I don’t want you using them to plot your escape. The escape I know you’re plotting.”
I threw my hands up. “You have my cellphone. You know where I work and you know where I live. Where could I possibly go?”
He peered at me over the glass filled with an amber liquid I was sure was whiskey.
“Somewhere,” he replied finally.
I rolled my eyes and then started staring off into space. It wasn’t long until the woman returned and I tried to take in her features. Two plates were decorating her hands, she chose to sit his down first and then my plate.
In front of me sat a piece of key lime cheesecake. When I looked up into her face, she gave me a slight wink and then left the room, disappearing for the rest of the night.
