“Chad?” Peter said, his voice dropping an octave lower than usual.
“Yeah?” Chad’s reply came out like a breathy moan.
“Stop touching yourself.”
Chad’s hand shot away from his crotch like he’d been burned, and an undignified whine escaped his throat.
“Good boy,” Peter crooned. He sounded smug and satisfied, and Chad could just picture the look on his face. Eyes dark and grin predatory, an aroused Peter was a sight to behold.
“So what’s with the extra security?” Chad asked, needing a distraction from his pulsating cock. Now that he’d gotten hard in anticipation of seeing Peter again, he wasn’t having much luck losing his erection.
“What do you mean?” Peter asked.
“The guy you sent,” Chad explained, looking out the window as he worked his hardest to keep his hand away from his cock. “He’s not exactly one of your usual drivers.”
Peter didn’t say anything for a second, the silence strained, and Chad froze.
“What’s the license plate of the car you’re in?” Peter demanded. His voice was hard and clipped, and for a second Chad had to resist the urge to get down on his back and show his belly.
He recited the number, his heart speeding up as he considered the implications of Peter’s question. He looked at the partition separating him from the alpha in the driver’s seat.
Was he being fucking kidnapped?
“Describe the guy who picked you up,” Peter said in between barking orders at someone in the room with him.
“Alpha, late forties, black hair…” Chad pictured his driver in his mind, trying to remember if there was something distinctive about him. Nothing came to mind. “Lean build, about an inch taller than me. Carries himself like he’s used to doing security. I just assumed he worked for you.”
Chad hoped Peter was just messing with him. He knew he wasn’t, but that didn’t stop him from praying this was just a fucked up joke.
“Hold on and stay on the line,” Peter said, putting the phone down. Chad took a deep breath and eyed the door. The lock was up, but when he tried the handle the door stayed shut. He then tried the window, but the control button didn’t work. He was locked inside.
“Okay, we’re tracking you. I’m going to transfer you to Dawn.” Peter sounded both firmly in control and quietly enraged. “Love you.”
“Peter, don’t—"
Chad was cut off as Peter transferred him, and Chad wondered what the hell he was supposed to do now. If this really was a kidnapping, why hadn’t they knocked him out—or at the very least taken his phone?
It didn’t make sense.
“Chad, this is Dawn. How are you doing?”
Chad almost laughed. “I’m fine. Do you know what’s going on?”
“You’re being kidnapped, but your kidnappers are idiots. Peter is on his way and should be intercepting you in about thirty minutes.”
Dawn sounded disdainful, like this whole thing was beneath her. Chad was honestly a little offended. Being kidnapped was a new thing for him. It was a big deal.
“Idiots how?” Chad asked. He needed to keep himself distracted from his slow-simmering panic. “Should I be doing anything?”
Dawn answered his second question first. “You don’t need to do anything. Just sit tight and stay calm. As for why they’re idiots, they’re using an old cell phone jammer. It’s doing nothing to block the 4g signal on your phone.”
Chad only had a vague idea what that meant, but given the absolute derision in Dawn’s voice when pointing out the mistake he decided not to say anything. All he needed to know was that whoever had kidnapped him thought they had jammed his phone, but hadn’t.
“Are you wearing a seatbelt?” Dawn asked suddenly.
“No…” Chad grabbed a hold of the seatbelt and awkwardly pulled it down across his chest. He hesitated before clicking it shut. “Should I be?”
“Yes.” Dawn didn’t say anything else. Fastening his seatbelt, Chad looked out the window to see if there was any sign of Peter. They were still driving down the highway toward the city, and Chad wondered where they were planning on taking him.
