“I’ll undo your buttons.”
“No thank you. I don’t want you touching me.”
“I won’t touch you, Gianna. I’ll just undo your buttons. Then you can take a shower and eat and then we can go back to not talking. You’re just a job to me. Nothing more. I’m not going to rape you.”
The coldness in his voice tells me that he means what he says. Will may be a hitman but he is one with a strange moral code and I have no one else I can trust.
So I’m going to have to trust him.
“Ok,” I whisper, turning around. After a beat, I hear his footsteps on the hardwood floors and my heartrate spikes. All I can feel is the pounding of my blood in my ears.
Until Will’s fingers find the back of my dress and then all I can think about is how surprisingly warm his touch is. He quickly undoes the buttons but instead of stepping back, he remains right behind me, silent. Why isn’t he saying anything? What is he even thinking?
“Will?”
He clears his throat and finally steps away from me. “There. You’re good. You can take a shower now.”
I rush into the bathroom without looking back at him and all I feel is a strange sort of excitement that I know I shouldn’t be feeling for a hitman.
And yet, it’s there.
I linger in my shower for as long as possible, not wanting to re-enter the real world anytime soon. That will mean having to face Will and that is the last thing I want.
Why did he remain behind me after he undid my buttons? What did that mean?
The question burns through me but I know I’m not going to ask him.
I change back into my wedding dress but leave the back open as I can’t do the buttons myself. When I enter the bedroom, I see a new pair of clothes on the bed. Women’s clothes. A simple shirt and jeans. Nothing special. It’s not my normal style of clothing as I prefer dresses but I have no choice in the matter. And it is a relief to no longer be in the wedding dress all the time.
After I change, I look at the expensive wedding dress on the bed. It’s wrinkled and looks like it spent time in a war. A shame. It was a really nice dress and one that cost a fortune even though I accidently got it for free when Will kidnapped me.
I take a deep breath and go out to meet him in the kitchen. He looks me over as he sits at the table.
“They fit,” he comments.
I run my hands down my shirt. “How did you know my size?”
“I guessed. And I guessed correctly. Now eat.” He nods at the food on the table. Pancakes and bacon and French toast.
Sitting down across from Will while he looks at me with his intense gaze makes my face flush. I nibble on a piece of bacon but it does nothing to calm my stomach down.
“You blush a lot,” he says. That only makes me blush harder.
“Like I said. I’m shy. I can’t help it.”
“I know. I remember. Is there a reason you’re so shy?”
“Why does it matter to you?”
He shrugs. “It doesn’t. Just making conversation.”
“Do you normally make conversation with your victims?”
“You know I don’t.”
I set the piece of bacon down. “I’m not hungry.”
“You need to eat.”
