Expecting him to walk past me and go into another makeup room, I’m startled when he stops and leans against the opposite wall.
I try to ignore him, but it’s eerie having someone stand across for you in a small hallway leering in your direction but not talking.
“What do you want, Isaac?”
He leans forward,his forehead pinched creating small creases. “Isn’t it obvious? I want what I deserve.”
“And what exactly is that?”
“Everything. Why is it half the snowboarding team gets to look at you. In your tall heels and tight ass pants, but we’re stuck with fat ass Jamie Dorian, who follows me around like a sad puppy?”
“Jamie is a great assistant.” She’s the one who fought so Isaac wouldn’t get in troublehere but wait until he gets home. He owes her a lot of appreciation.
He steps into the hallway. “Does a good assistant let one of the athletes fuck her while everyone else is eating breakfast?”
“What?” I question, horrified Isaac somehow knows what Oliver and I did. My stomach clenches and I close my mouth so not to puke. Was he outside the room? Did he hear? How could he know?
“I love to makethat fat pig squeal my name as I shove my dick in her.”
“What?” I lean back into the wall and step to the side to get away from him.
Isaac laughs. “It’s not as good as what I bet you sound like. How many snowboarders have you let fuck you this week, McKenna?”
My eyes widen in terror and I desperately seek out an escape path. If I walk farther down the hall it, dead ends and I’m boxing myselfin with Isaac. His large body blocks the exit to the main lobby. My only other means of escape is an open stairwell to the side. One that looks as if it should have a door, but the construction crew ran out of time to add one.
Isaac has always been a jerk. Someone I didn’t want to spend time around, but this is a whole new side of him. A terrifying side that I need to get away from as quicklyas possible. I take another step to the side, but he maneuvers himself closer to the stairwell and he brings his body right against mine.
“Come on, McKenna. I could make your time here extra memorable,” Isaac whispers in my ear. His breath is warm and disgusting and much too close. He steps closer again, smashing his chest against mine.
I push him away with little success. “Isaac, stop. Getaway from me.” He doesn’t move, but to give me space I step backward.
“What’s wrong, McKenna? Are you scared you can’t handle me?” he says.
“I will scream.”
He laughs at my threat. “I wouldn’t. You have no idea what I’m capable of. It took a cunning mind to destroy my own team’s locker room, but if you continue to stick up for the Neanderthals on the snowboard team, I just have to take whatI want.”
“You destroyed the skiers’ locker room?” Why would he do such a thing to his own team?
Isaac laughs more, the sound sinister as it echoes off the empty hallway walls reminding me I’m alone. “I’ve done so much more than that, McKenna. Asbell refused to offer me a spot on the snowboarding team, so I made him pay.”
The teams aren’t up to Asbell. The athletes are selected from a bunchof different qualifying events held during the year before the Winter Games. “That’s not how it works, Isaac. You know that.”
“Do I?” He shakes his head. “Dear sweet naïve McKenna. You have no idea how this place is run. Not really. But I got him back. He’s spent two weeks chasing off the bad publicity I’ve created. Breaking and entering, false fire alarms, and even working with a journalistand a pretty little blonde.”
I gasp. “You were working with the journalist?” The same one I’m sure caught multiple athletes in compromising positions over the last two weeks.
Isaac throws his head back laughing loudly. “My best plan yet. I may make more money off the ransom payouts Asbell’s been handing out left and right than I will if I win a gold medal tomorrow.”
Isaac has lost his fuckingmind. I’m not longer scared of him. I’m terrified. How can one person be full of so much evil? In a desperate attempt to get the hell away I step toward the staircase and freedom.
I’m almost there when he reaches out and grabs one of my boobs, squeezing to the point of pain. I fall back into the wall, my head hitting with a smack. I yell, doing everything I can to push him away. The makeup roomdoor flies open, hitting the outside wall. Oliver steps out of the space, his eyes searching like a madman on the hunt.
“What the fuck.” Oliver charges at Isaac.
It’s enough Isaac finally steps back. He leers at Oliver like he’s a bug on the wall, and when he turns I notice for the first time his pupils are dilated. His entire pupil is a big black circle.
Isaac makes a run for it, headedto the same staircase I’d worked my way to, but Oliver is right behind him.
