“I know everything, Dani.”
Okay… this is getting creepy.
“Can you read my thoughts?” I quickly blurt.
Why the hell wasn’t I trying to run out of here? Why was I even asking questions?
“You’re not trying to escape because you’re intrigued. You’ve seen too much and you have questions. You’re not scared at all; you’re very curious.” He takes a step closer, and I can see his chest rising as he inhales deeply. “And you’ve been excited... in my bed.”
His bed... What the fuck.
I swallow hard and struggle to find the words to say.
“Does that answer your question if I can read your thoughts, Dani?”
“It’s Danika,” I correct him.
“Yes, but you go by Dani, and I happen to like that name. I like the way it sounds coming out of my mouth.”
Geez.Arrogant much?
He takes another step closer, and my back hits the wall with a thud.
“You don’t have to wear that,” I motion over my face. “I’ve seen your face already… Why am I here?”
He cocks his head to the side, “And you don’t have to wear that,” he gestures to the sheet wrapped around my body. “You’re here Dani, because we need something from you.” A shiver of satisfaction ran through me.
My pulse quickens in more than one place. “Right. Very well then.” He waves his hand over his face, and his mask disappears into inky shadows cast away into nothing.
Magic.
I nibble on my lower lip, captivated by the sight before me. This man is the epitome of allure, the sexiest man I have ever encountered. His raven-black hair cascades elegantly just above his enchanting blue eyes, which shimmer like sapphires. I feel this insane connection to him and I have no clue why…
He takes my breath away.
He crosses his arms, “Are you happy now?”
Oh yes, very. But I could be happier…I snap out of my thoughts.
“No, I want to go home. I need my clothes.” I grip the sheet tightly around my body.
“That will not be possible,” his voice was so smooth that I could listen to him talk for hours.
“Which isn’t possible?” My brows furrow with irritation.
He shrugs his shoulders, “Both. Your clothes are dirty and ripped, and you aren’t going home. You are to stay here until you... help us.”
Anger courses through my body, and I take a step closer to him, poking his chest with my finger. “I am NOT staying here! I don’t even know where here is! Where is my bag? I need my phone.” I turn away from him, searching the room for my things.
I didn’t even realize I had dropped the sheet, and I’m now rummaging through his room like a madwoman.
I pause, taking a moment to steady myself and straighten my back. Tension fills the air as I sense his gaze boring into me, anchoring me in place.
He laughs smoothly while leaning on the bedpost.
“Are you laughing?! Stop that!”
“You look ridiculous. Your things aren’t in here.”
