Chapter Six
Zoe
I’m a fool. Let’s just leave it at that.
Connor has jeans on now over his black boxer briefs, but he’s shirtless. His six-pack and pecs make it hard to drag my gaze away, but I manage to.
“Help yourself,” he says, nodding at the fridge before looking back down at his phone.
My own phone’s battery is dead, and he’s not interested in loaning me a charger. I’m trapped and phone-less. Is anyone looking for me yet?
I glance at the clock on the stove. It’s eleven. When I don’t answer texts, most people will probably think I’m sleeping in at first. Eventually though, they will want to know where I am. Of course no one will think of looking for me in Connor McCann’s stronghold. And even if they did...
The inside of his fridge is like walking the aisles at Whole Foods. I grab organic yogurt and mix in some berries. I find a bag of raw nuts and add them, stirring.
He slides his phone into his pocket and pours coffee into a big mug. “What about some eggs?” he asks.
“Are you offering to make them? Or is that up to me,Sir?”
His dark gaze over the top of the coffee cup makes me regret my sarcasm. He’s not a man to be toyed with. Why do I keep pushing him?
“If I want you to serve me something, it won’t be eggs.”
I lick my lips. “Well, then?” I say, unable to keep the challenge out of my voice. I’m frustrated and a little afraid. I have no idea how this kidnapping scenario is going to play out. What if he decides he doesn’t want a witness? And when I’m nervous, I’m snarky. It’s a defense mechanism.
“You should quit while you’re ahead, Zoe.”
“Or what?” I demand.
“You know what.”
I look at the strong hand gripping his mug. That hand spanked my ass last night until I squirmed and sobbed. My stomach clenches. So does my pussy. There is something so aggressively masculine about him that I can’t help but react to it.
“What’s happening with the investigation?” I ask, anxious to move on from memories of last night.
“It’s on. When they know something worth knowing, they’ll tell me. Until then, they’re working.”
The front door opens. “C?”
“Here,” Connor says.
