Telling her he worked in security didn’t help appease her fears. He could be working for the owner of the club. He outright admitted he did extractions and transportations. He was probably planning on transporting her to his boss to sell her to someone else. Or trying to lull her into a sense of security, wait for her to let her guard down and sell her himself.
Shay scrubbed a hand over her face. She was getting hysterical. Seeing shadows when there weren’t any. For all her fears he still hadn’t done anything to harm her. He’d fed her—though that could have been poisoned—or she was just that exhausted, clothed her, and besides moved her to the comfortable bed he hadn’t touched her. Maybe she was being prejudice given what she’d been through.
Regardless, she needed to get to the police station and call her dad. They would help her. They had to. She didn’t know what else to do.
Stopping in the bathroom to finger comb her hair and rub some toothpaste on her teeth Shay sought out Drew. It was time to leave.
Once again, he was in the kitchen. He didn’t appear to notice her yet. Despite her misgivings about him she still appreciated his physique. He looked like a guy who was in the security profession.
A shirt that fit his frame like a second skin. Jeans that emphasized with ass. He was a man that took care of his body.
She watched the play of his biceps as he cooked on the stove. His long fingers wrapped around a spatula. She remembered the feel of his callused hands on her back. He wasa man used to physical work. Unlike her. The nursing program was difficult but so far most of it was studying and watching.
Drew was right when he guessed she wasn’t passionate about it. She liked it but it was the career she’d choose for herself. She honestly didn’t know what she would do if the choice was hers. She’d never been given the chance to do anything on her own.
Her whole life had been planned out since she was born. She was always told where to go, how to dress, who to talk to, who to avoid. She couldn’t remember a time in her life she’d ever been allowed to make her choice, except when she rebelled and dated Jake.
“How did you sleep?”
Shay started from her thoughts at Drew’s deep hypnotic voice. It was calm and soothing. Like listening to Morgan Freeman talk. He had yet to turn and look at her. How had he known she was standing there? “Good, thank you.”
“Are you hungry?” He turned his head to her and she forgot to breath. His eyes were bright and inviting as they drank in the sight of her making her feel naked.
She folded her arms across her chest to hide her bodies reaction to him. He could be a buyer, she didn’t know why she had to keep remaindering herself of that. “No.” So he could drug her again, she thought not.
She was starving. Her jailors barely fed her. Last night the eggs and bacon had looked like a banquet feast. If she wasn’t worried about it being drugged, she would have scarfed the whole thing down. Maybe lick the plate clean too.
She needed to be vigilant. Get to the police station, then she could eat to her hearts content. “I’d like to go home, please.” He’d offered to let her make a phone call but the sooner she got to the station the better. Only then could she allow herself to relax again.
Would she ever feel safe again? Would there ever be a time she didn’t look in every corner to make sure someone wasn’t behind her. She didn’t have a ready answer for that.
Shay expected a protest or at the very least something else to delay her leaving but he only nodded turning off the stove and pushing the pan off the burner.
“What about your food?”
“You said you wanted to go home.” He said, stating the obvious.
Manners that had been beaten into her since childhood tried to rear its ugly head, but she beat them back down. She had asked to go home last night and had been denied. True, it was the best sleep she’d had in a few days but that wasn’t the point. This man could be a criminal. She had to remember that.
“It’s just pancakes. It won’t hurt to reheat them.”
“Thank you.” She said not knowing what else to say.
“I’ll just get my coat and we’ll go.”
Shay gave him wide berth as he passed her heading back toward his bedroom. She stepped into the living room and stared out the window, similar to how she’d been the last night only this time she had all her senses. The scent of the pancakes teased her nose making her stomach grumble. A reminder how long it had been since she had a decent meal.
Her jailors had given her no more than bread and water twice a day. At the club there had been more food but she hadn’t trusted any of it. The owner of the club had always given her a leery look that made her skin crawl making her hope she never passed him in a darkened hallway.
Not much longer.
Shay tensed when she heard Drew come back down the hall. She turned back to face him, keeping him in her line of sight. If he noticed her fear of him, he didn’t acknowledge it. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” She couldn’t hide the eagerness out of her voice.
He held his hand out waving her ahead toward the kitchen. “Then let’s not keep you waiting. I know you were ready last night.”
Then why had he drugged her to delay taking her home?
