“Why? So you can hurt it too?”
“I wish to check if this foot is swollen.”
She grumbled but held up her other foot.
“It is. I’ll get you some ice and some painkillers.” He carefully placed her feet down.
“Can you also get my phone, a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey?” she said.
“You smoke?”
“No. I don’t drink whiskey either. But I figure that if there’s any time to take it up, it’s now.”
Without another word, he turned away and left.
Well. That was rude.
Also, now she was lonely. Shit. Worry filled her. Maybe her plan to annoy him until he let her go wasn’t going to work.
Perhaps that would just make him more irritated with her.
Hmm. Had he locked the door? Getting off the bed, she crept to the door and tested it.
Drat.
“Get off your sore foot,” a voice said into the room.
“Oh my God! You’re watching me? Do you know that you’re breaking all kinds of privacy laws?”
Well, she assumed he was
“I think I’ll take my chances. Considering all the other laws I’ve already broken.”
Hell.
Yeah, he had a point.
“What about if I want to get naked?” she demanded.
“Then I suggest you do it quickly. I wouldn’t worry, your naked body doesn’t interest me.”
Oh.
That was embarrassing.
She’d been rubbing herself all over him and he wasn’t into women.
“You’re into men?” she asked. Then she winced.
That was probably a bit rude.
Who cares? He’s your kidnapper.
Right. True.
“I’m not attracted to the sex of someone, but rather who they are.”
Oh.
