“That’s really sweet,” Leo says. “I saw there was a ladder with roof access, but the latch was stuck and I couldn’t get it open. It’s probably for the best because I’d get scared from that high up.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been up there, but it’s not as bad as you think.” I run the mop over the clean floor and double-check to make sure I got all the blood. “I can pop the lock for you if you want to check it out.”
When I look up, I see Leo’s eyes on me, and damn, does that feel good. Her pretty pink tongue comes out again to wet her lips, and I swear to god, if she keeps that up, I’m going to give her something to lick.
“Now that you’ve got me as your hostage, we might as well find something to do to pass the time.”
Chapter 3
Leo
Why does that sound dirty in my head? Because I’m a pervert, clearly. I mean, I might have been checking out his ass while he cleaned up the blood. In all fairness, it’s a really good one and also something I’ve never paid much attention to before.
“Are you okay?” he asks, and I believe he’s fighting a smile.
What is there to smile about? I’m a small woman, and I took a mob guy hostage. If word of that got out, he’d be a dead man. At least I think that’s how the mob works.
“Am I okay? You’re the hostage,” I remind him and myself. I should be bossing him around since I’m the one calling the shots.
He should be worried about me squirting his eyes with this pepper spray. The word “squirt” gets stuck in my head, and now my mind is fully in the gutter. I need to lock it up. I can’t flirt with my hostage. That’s wrong, isn’t it? It would definitely be an HR violation if this kidnapping took place in the workplace.
“I’ve been in worse spots before, but never one this tight.”
Oh my god, he knows I’m a virgin! But wait, how could he? I eye him with suspicion, and he cocks his head to the side.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Your cheeks are turning pink, and you might have something in your eyes.”
“I’m fine,” I squeak out and clear my throat. My suspicious glare clearly needs work.
“You don’t think it’s a tight fit?” he asks, and all I can do is open and close my mouth without answering. “I mean, maybe it’s because I was younger, but this place felt bigger back then.”
“Oh,” I finally say, and he lifts a brow.
“Oh? What did you think I was talking about?” He’s watching me, and I have to force myself not to squirm.
“Ah, yeah, I did.” I pretend to be offended that he thought I might have meant something dirty. “Watch it, or you’ll be cleaning this whole place.”
Obviously not because I don’t want to push him, but I also don’t want to be a mean captor.
“I have a cleanup crew that will have this place looking brand new,” he says.
“Really?” He nods, and I think about how nice that would be. There’s nothing I hate more than cleaning. Except when television shows drop the first three episodes of a new season and not the whole thing. It’s bullshit. Having a cleaning service that did it for me would be amazing, but it’s probably way out of my price range. Which is zero. “How much does that cost?”
“For you, free.”
I almost agree instantly but manage to stop myself. There has to be a catch.
“Oh, I get it. You’re going to tell me the cost is your freedom?” I make a tsking sound. “I’m on to you.” I tap the side of my temple. “I’m not all beauty, you know.”
“I’m seeing that,” he says without hesitation. “So is there anything else you need to close up down here?”
“No, it’s all set. I’ll get the lights on the way out.”
Getting up, I head toward the back, and he follows me. See, I’m in control here. I don’t even have to hold a weapon on him. Maybe I’m in the wrong line of work. Does the mob hire?
“Glad that’s done because I need to feed you,” he says, and I pause mid-step.
“You’re the captive,” I say and poke the center of his chest. “I’m the one feeding you.”
