Made perfect sense, if you were insane, and Brasov was.
At least in my book.
Of course, if he knew Andrew was there to rescue me, he never would have even let me out of that little room. I was going to use his ignorance to get the hell out of here. I just had to be careful about it, or a lot of people could be hurt, including me.
I settled my hands on Andrew's thighs and slid them up slowly until I reached the impressive bulge in his pants. I lifted one eyebrow as I glanced at him. I was surprised to see his face flush.
"Sorry," he whispered. "Your dancing...it was...um...it was really hot."
I chuckled. "Glad you think so."
"This is a really bad idea." Andrew's gaze darted toward the closed curtains. "That guy could come back at any moment. We need to get you out of here."
I leaned in close, letting my chest slid along Andrew's until I reached his ear and could whisper, "I'm not the only one being held by Brasov."
Andrew's only response was the stilling of his body.
I humped my hips against him a couple of times before turning to face away. I heard a soft inhale as I slowly bent over, showing off one of my better assets. I knew I looked good in my boy shorts. It's how I made the big bucks.
The curtain parted before I had time to scoot back or shake my assets. I stood and took the drink Kirk held out to me and then handed it to Andrew. "Your drink, sir."
"Uh, you said not to move my hands."
I smirked. "You can move your hand to take the drink, but no touching."
Andrew took the drink I held out to him before taking a small sip. He frowned as he took another sip, and a small grimace covered his face. My heart suddenly went cold. This wasn't good.
I vividly remembered the slight bitter taste in the champagne I'd had right before the room started to spin. If Kirk had laced Andrew's drink with whatever they'd given me, we were in big trouble.
I turned and glared at Kirk when the man grabbed my arm and jerked me closer.
"Boss wants you to get more money out of him," Kirk said. "He should be pretty easy to convince just as soon as that shit takes effect."
"Did you have to drug him?"
"Everyone will just think he's drunk."
I rolled my eyes before yanking my arm out of Kirk's grasp and then making a shooing motion with my hands. "Go away so I can finish my dance."
As soon as Kirk stepped through the curtains, I made sure they were fully closed and then turned to look at Andrew. The man's head was resting against the back of his chair. His eyes had gone glossy.
Not a good sign.
I grabbed the drink out of Andrew's hand, thankful he'd only drank half of it, and then straddled his lap and grabbed his face between my hands. "Are you still with me?" I asked in a hushed tone.
"The room is spinning."
Damn.
"They drugged you so I could convince you to give me more money."
"Shoulda drugged Knox. He has money. Lots of money."
I wasn't pleased at the slur in Andrew's words. It was a sure sign the drugs had started taking effect. I remember the feeling well and hated that Andrew was going through the same thing.
"I need to get you out of here, Andrew."
"Knox." Andrew licked his lips. "C-Call Knox."
