Sarah whimpers.
Once again, her presence snaps me out of the spell.
"Is it really necessary to hold a gun to her head?" I ask. "We're already doing everything you're telling us to."
"Don't get it twisted, little bird," he says. "You take orders from me, not the other way around. Now, keep walking."
His words are hostile, but he drops the gun.
I notice that he doesn't put it away, though.
I notice other things about him, too.
Like the sharp cut of his jawline. And the way his eyes seem to burn every time he looks at me. I also notice that he hasn't once let his gaze wander down my body.
I'm not foolish enough to call him a gentleman, but I can't help but think that he's not as bad as he seems.
As we move down the tunnel, the walls close in on us. At first, I think it's a trick of the mind, but it isn't. The passageway is getting narrower.
It's wide enough only for one person.
I glance back at the man again. He's walking at an angle because his shoulders are too broad.
"Keep walking, Grace," he says, gritting his teeth but not looking at me.
"What's going to happen to the other girls?" I ask him.
"That's none of your concern," he says.
"You're an asshole," I say, surprising even myself.
"Oh, you have no idea," he says. "Now keep moving."
His words are supposed to chill me, but I don't feel any fear around him. It's like my body knows something my mind doesn't. For whatever reason, I've decided to trust this man.
But then again, I'm heavily drugged by an aphrodisiac, so I'm not of sound mind right now.
I'm sure the fear will trickle in once I regain my sanity.
I see a sliver of light in the distance. It gets larger as we approach it. I think it's the exit door.
"Get behind me," the man orders.
Without waiting for me, he moves to stand in front of me, bringing Sarah with him. He's so tall that my world is shrouded by darkness once again.
He taps his ear, where he’s wearing a small Bluetooth device.
"Is the car ready?" he asks.
A second later, he pushes the door open all the way. I'm blinded by the afternoon sun. A Cadillac Escalade is waiting for us.
I glance down at my sheer dress. In the bright sunlight, it doesn't leave much to the imagination.
The man shrugs out of his suit jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. I'm surprised by the gesture. My relief doesn't last long because I can smell another woman's perfume on it.
Burberry Her.
My heart burns with a foreign emotion. It takes me a moment to place what it is. Jealousy. What I'm feeling is pure jealousy.
