Licking her bottom lip, she gave him the once-over.She’d read that Ted Bundy was supposedly this charismatic, attractive guy.Her partner in crime definitely fit the latter part of that bill, but she wouldn’t call him all that charming.Then again, he had captivated her.Maybe he was, but not conventionally.
He probably drove a Honda Civic.There were billions of those on the road.Hell, she’d owned one.Would they have matching cars?
The lights blinked on a black Ford F-150.
Ahh.That made sense.He probably used it to store bodies.She nodded to herself as they approached it.
To her surprise, he didn’t go straight to the driver’s side.Instead, he walked around and opened the passenger door for her.When he released her hand, he gestured for her to climb in.
“How gentlemanly,” she said before offering him a peck on the cheek.
He recoiled slightly and furrowed his brows as she climbed inside the cab.
Shaking his head, he closed the door and trotted around the front of the vehicle.
Lying across the center console, she reached and slid her hand into the handle.With a bit of doing, she could reach the handle and be a little chivalrous herself.
He paused and once again peered at her quizzically from the outside of the vehicle.
She gave him a shrug.“What?I’m nice.”
He blinked repeatedly in obvious confusion as she settled herself in the passenger seat.
“Just because you’re kidnapping me, doesn’t mean I have to be a bitch,” she said as she pulled her seat belt around her and clipped it into place.
“I’m not kidnapping you,” he muttered as he climbed into the driver’s seat.
Finally!He spoke.
“Oh.”She nodded.“Of course not.This is a hostage situation.”Though she wasn’t sure what the difference was.
Maybe they could talk that out when they got to the safe house.Once again, she bit back a chuckle as she thought about the situation.This was absolutely insane, but she was along for the ride.
“You’re not my—” He pinched the bridge of his nose before he started the truck.
“We can talk about it later,” she offered.
Obviously, this was a stressful situation for him.It should be for her, too, but then again, she had spent no amount of time planning this.So she wasn’t the one having to rethink months’ worth of scheming.
Then again, maybe this was part of the plot all along.Maybe he needed a hostage to make his exit that much easier.She’d have to ask him when he was in a better mood.
Would that happen?She had just met him.Maybe Grumpy Gus was his constant state.Another thing she’ d have to figure out eventually.
Allowing her smile to spread on her lips, she folded her hands over her thighs as they pulled out of the parking lot.This was the most exciting thing she’d ever done.
How much further could they go?
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Fink
Whatwashedoing?Fink never took hostages.What would he do with her?Fucking her again wasn’t a good idea.He shouldn’t have done it in the first place.Damn.He’d lost his brain somehow.
This was supposed to be quick.Now he had to figure out what to do with this strange woman who acted like she’d won the lottery.
There had to be something wrong with her.Stealing a glance in her direction, he noted her insanely wide and beautiful smile as she sat beside him.She was happy.
About what?
