What did he look like under the makeup?Some of the blue dye in his hair had streaked down his forehead.The blue around his lips had smudged.She assumed both were from their entanglement, and she grinned with pride.
Touching her fingers to her own lips, she pondered how disheveled she appeared.She pushed off the ottoman, and his head snapped in her direction.
“Where are you going?”he demanded.
Cocking her head to the side, she pointed to the small hallway.“The bathroom.Is that okay?”
He shifted his attention back to the blank television screen, steepled his fingers beneath his chin, and nodded.
With him thoroughly lost in thought, she strolled away and pulled the chain on one of the floor lamps in the room.It wouldn’t totally fill the area with light, but at least they could see each other better.
Once inside the bathroom, she flicked the switch and closed the door behind her.The light was far brighter in this space than in the room she had left.Her eyes needed a moment to adjust.With her hands on the edge of the sink, she glanced into the mirror and erupted into a low giggle fit.
Her cheap red wig was askew, with chestnut hair peeking from beneath it.The red lines on her face were broken and smeared.The eyeliner she’d used to accentuate her eyes was smudged.She was a complete and utter disaster.
Though she had to admit, she pulled off well fucked pretty damn good.Turning on the tap, she let the water run and warm.After removing a few bobby pins, she dropped the wig to the floor.A fluffy headband with an obnoxious bow kept her hair off her face as she reached for the packet of makeup wipes.
She scrubbed away the eyeliner, lipstick, and shadows.Tossing the cloth into the trash, she bent over the sink and splashed water on her face.Her skincare routine wasn’t the best, but it was something she stuck to.She was in her thirties, after all.Women of her age couldn’t go to sleep with their faces on anymore.
Thoroughly cleaned, she exited the bathroom and crossed the small hall to her bedroom.She ditched her costume and tossed it into the hamper.It was covered in blood.She probably should fix that.Bleach it or burn it?That’d be a question for her captor.
Another snicker slipped past her lips.If he were holding her hostage, she should be afraid.He should want something.However, she’d never been more comfortable, and he didn’t seem towantfor much.
Maybe she should offer him a drink or a snack.She was hosting him.Offering refreshments would be the polite thing to do.
After slipping into a comfortable pair of flannel pajama pants and tugging on a tank top, she exited her bedroom.In the living room, where she left him, the man with whom she’d committed murder sat like a statue.
“I’m Sydney, by the way,” she said.
He didn’t move.
She’d asked him a name earlier, and he hadn’t answered.Perhaps she should start by sharing a little.Hadn’t she seen that in one of those survival videos?She had to humanize herself to him.
Yet again, a smirk returned to her face.They’d fucked.He’d licked from her pussy to her asshole.They exchanged orgasms.She was pretty sure he considered her a person.
Confident that if he wanted her dead, she would be already, she took a step toward the kitchen.“Would you like a drink?Coffee?Beer?A bottle of water?”
He moved his fingers up and down his chin but made no sign of having heard her.She was pretty certain he wasn’t deaf.So, what gives?
Why was he ignoring her?
“A bottle of water would be nice,” he whispered.
Ah.Hewashuman too.
Sydney skipped into the kitchen, far too giddy to be getting a man a drink, and reached for the fridge.She really should do some grocery shopping.Especially if he planned on staying for a while.That hadn’t actually been decided yet either.
With the bottle in hand, she approached him.“So,” she said, broaching the subject for the millionth time.“What is the plan?”
Without looking at her, he took the bottle from her, cracked the cap, removed it, and gulped the water.
She lifted her eyebrows silently.Apparently, he’d been thirsty.
To her surprise, he got to his feet and offered her the empty container.“I need to make a call,” he said.“In private.”
She nodded.“Sure, uh.”She glanced around.“Either my bedroom or the bathroom.”She pointed down the small hall.
Frowning, he nodded and strode over.Glancing into the bathroom, he flicked the switches inside until the fan came on.Then he darted into her bedroom and closed the door.
