Andrei stands up, taking his time.
“Get out of my room,” I demand again, my voice getting higher-pitched as my panic heightens.
“I’m going,” he says, lifting his hands in the air in defense.
I follow him out of the bathroom, through my bedroom and towards the open door. My mind is playing tricks on me as my eyes roam over his ass and up his back, his muscles pressing against his shirt, across his broad shoulders—he’s absolutely perfect.
He glances over his shoulder at me, and I shoot him a sour expression.
Andrei steps into the passage and turns to say something to me, but before he has a chance, I slam the door in his face, making sure it’s really loud so that he knows how angry I am with him.
The jeans drop to the floor next to me, and I lean my back against the closed door, groaning loudly. I’m dying of embarrassment. I’ve never been that exposed in front of a man before—never mind one that gorgeous.
I don’t think I can ever live this down.
Turning to face the door, I press my ear against it, listening for the sound of his footsteps.
He stands there for a while, and I begin to wonder if he left and I just didn’t hear it.
But then the sound of a frustrated sigh and his loud footsteps let me know he’s leaving.
Why did he stay for so long?
And why is he sighing like that? I’m the prisoner here—he has nothing to be complaining about.
I kick the jeans lying on the floor, angry at myself for the way I react to him, more than anything else. I’ll need to find a way out of here as soon as possible.
That wall was a risky move, and it turns out it would have been a waste of time in the end. Maybe I should try the car again.
Maybe I need to go about this a different way. All I’m doing at this point is annoying the guy; nothing I’m doing is getting me closer to escaping.
A small, mischievous smile creeps onto my face.
Actually, that’s exactly what I need to be doing.
I need to annoy him.
Everything I do should be geared towards making his life difficult, pissing him off, and pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Since I arrived at the mansion, he’s had endless patience, but everyone has a limit—and I’m going to figure out what his limit is.
Chapter 9 - Andrei
“Did the message go through?” I ask, my eyes raised towards my head of security.
Berk nods. “Yes, sir. It went through, and he’s read it.”
“Will he be able to decipher it?”
“We sent it in the same code you said his security system runs on. He won’t be able to work out where it originated from, but he will be able to work out what it says.”
“Perfect,” I sigh in relief. Finally, I’m back on track.
Tatiana has been the most unexpected distraction since the whole thing started. I can’t let her do that anymore.
Once Boris has figured out what the message says, he’ll know who has his sister. That’s when the whole plan really kicks off.
The guards need to be on high alert and prepared for anything, and I need to get my head in the game.
There is a burner phone lying on the desk next to me. I pick it up and roll it over so that the screen is facing up. It’s the one Boris will call on.
