“What kind of business?”
Julian’s mouth twists slightly.“Import-export.”
“Of what?”
“Electronics and other things,” he says, and I realize that he’s not going to reveal more than that for now.I strongly suspect that ‘other things’ is a euphemism for something illegal.I don’t know much about business, but I somehow doubt that selling TVs and MP3 players results in this kind of wealth.
I steer the conversation toward a more innocuous topic.“Does the rest of your family also use the island?”
His gaze goes flat and hard.“No.They’re all dead.”
“Oh, I’m sorry…” I don’t really know what to say.What can you say that will make something like that better?Yes, he kidnapped me, but he’s still a human being.I can’t even imagine suffering that kind of loss.
“It’s all right.”His tone is unemotional, but I can sense the pain underneath.“It happened a long time ago.”
I nod sympathetically.I genuinely feel bad for him, and I don’t try to hide the glimmer of tears in my eyes.I’m too soft—Leah says that every time I cry at a depressing movie—and I can’t help the sadness I feel at Julian’s suffering.
It ends up working in my favor, because his expression warms slightly.“Don’t pity me, my pet,” he says softly.“I’ve gotten over it.Why don’t you tell me about yourself instead?”
I blink at him slowly, knowing that the gesture draws attention to my eyes.“What would you like to know?”Didn’t he find out everything about me in the process of stalking me?
He smiles.It makes him look so beautiful that I feel a tiny squeezing sensation in my chest.Stop it, Nora.You’re the one seducing him, not the other way around.
“What do you like to read?”he asks.“What kind of movies do you like to watch?”
And for the next thirty minutes, he learns all about my enjoyment of romance novels and detective thrillers, my hatred of romantic comedies, and my love of epic movies with lots of special effects.Then he asks me about my favorite food and music, and listens attentively as I talk about my preference for eighties’ bands and deep-dish pizza.
In a weird way, it’s almost flattering, the way he’s so utterly focused on me, hanging on to my every word.The way his blue eyes are glued to my face.It’s as though he wants to really understand me, as though he truly cares.Even with Jake, I didn’t get the sense that I was anything more than a pretty girl whose company he enjoyed.
With Julian, I feel like I’m the most important thing in the world to him.I feel like I truly matter.
After dinner,he leads me upstairs to his bedroom.My heart begins to pound in fear and anticipation.
Like the other two nights, I know I won’t fight him.In fact, tonight I will go even further as part of my escape-by-seduction plan.
I will pretend to make love to him of my own free will.
As we walk into the room, I decide to brave a topic that has been nagging at the back of my mind.“Julian…” I ask, purposefully keeping my voice soft and uncertain.“What about protection?What if I get pregnant or something?”
He stops and turns toward me.There’s a small smile on his lips.“You won’t, my pet.You have that implant, don’t you?”
My eyes widen in shock.“How do you know about that?”The implant is a tiny plastic rod underneath my skin, completely invisible except for a small mark where it was inserted.
“I accessed your medical history before bringing you here.I wanted to make sure you don’t have any life-threatening medical conditions, like diabetes.”
I stare at him.I should feel furious at this invasion of my privacy, but I feel relieved instead.It seems that my kidnapper is quite considerate—and more importantly, not trying to impregnate me.
“And you don’t have to worry about any diseases,” he adds, understanding my unspoken concern.“I’ve been recently tested, and I have always used condoms in the past.”
I don’t know if I believe that.“Why aren’t you using them with me, then?Is it because I was a virgin?”
He nods, and there is a possessive gleam in his eyes.He lifts his hand and strokes the side of my face, making my heart beat even faster.“Yes, exactly.You’re completely mine.I’m the only one who’s ever been inside your pretty little pussy.”
My breath catches in my throat, and I feel a gush of liquid warmth between my thighs.
I can’t believe the strength of my physical response to him.Is this normal, that I get so aroused by someone I fear and despise?Is this why Julian was drawn to me at the club?Because he sensed this about me?Because he somehow knew about my weakness?
Of course, given my plan, it’s not necessarily a bad thing that he turns me on so much.It would be far worse if he disgusted me, if I couldn’t bear to have him touch me.
