Play the part.
That was what I kept telling myself.
My only saving grace was that I still had a headache and was able to pass off my odd mood using that as an excuse. He couldn’t know that I’d overheard him yesterday which meant that I couldn’t let on for a second how much I detested him after that.
And I would never admit it out loud, but I was terrified for my life right now.
A feeling that I was all too familiar with. One I’d had plenty of times over my lifetime.
Dwelling on it never did any good, so instead, I needed to figure a way out of this situation as gracefully and quietly as possible. Luckily, that was also something I was familiar with doing.
I just wondered how well I could pull it off because if there was one thing I’d quickly learned, it was that not only was Ray a monster, but he was a smart one as well. He had to have been to have hidden it all this time. So that left no choice other than to be smarter than him. I had to play his game but not let him know I was playing.
At the end of the night, I had no choice but to let him sleep in the bed with me. I’d even managed to hold back the cringe when he touched me. I quickly made it clear that I wasn’tin the mood, using my headache as an excuse even if it wasn’t a fake one. And he didn’t even seem unhappy as he simply kissed me on the head and told me to get some rest. I guess that was something.
How the hell I had fallen into bed with a man like him was beyond me. And by the looks of how he lived, whatever he was into was big.
I shut those thoughts down as I rolled out of bed. It was too late now. I was already in it and I had to get myself out of it as quickly as possible.
I searched for my phone, which I swore I left right beside the bed. It wasn’t there and when I got down on my hands and knees to see if it had somehow fallen under the bed, I got nothing. Well, shit. Maybe I hadn’t been as clever as I’d thought. I just had to hope that his paranoia made him overly cautious. I thought I had done a good job of covering but I was starting to wonder. I would just have to try harder to make him think that everything was okay. How the hell was I going to do that? I had stooped low at many points in my life, I could admit that, but the thought of sleeping with him now made me sick to my stomach. I told myself it was a cover. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done it before.
Maybe I could get out before it came to that.
If he was gone, then this might be my window of opportunity.
As I headed to the kitchen, I realized that was going to be even harder than I thought. And let me be real, it was already hard to begin with.
Right there sitting in the living room greeting me with a stern look on his face was Glen. I tried to wipe the shock off my face. I knew. I just fucking knew that he wasn’t here for Ray or because there was some sort of made up danger as Ray had indicated the night before. No, he was here to keep me from going anywhere.
“Where is Ray?” I asked as if nothing was unusual.
“He has some business to attend to. He’ll be back tomorrow,” he said to me in a bored tone. I took a moment to study him. There wasn’t anything memorable about him except for the scar across his nose. “And don’t even think about it. He said you are to stay here until he returns.”
No surprise there.
“Okay, but I need to call work and let them know I won’t be able to work my shift today.”
“It’s been taken care of.”
Right, of course, it has.
I backed off with a nod. Now was not the time to push.
“Coffee?” I asked as I turned and made my way to the kitchen.
I received an aggravated grunt as an answer and I took that to mean that he didn’t want any. Good, I didn’t want to make any for his ass anyway. Clearly, being nice wasn’t going to get me anywhere.
Though I didn’t have much of an appetite, I made a bagel and choked it down. It gave me something to do and a reason to stay in the kitchen. I mapped out where everything was. The knives in the block right next to the stove. The vases stored under the sink. The metal reusable straws in the first drawer on the right side of the island. Anything I could use as a weapon. Hell, if I could get him into the kitchen, one good slam of his head against the marble countertop should to it. But that was a last resort kind of thing because I knew I was no match for the big, bulky bodyguard. He’d have to be caught off-guard or stunned for me to even attempt that one. Then again, if the floor just happened to be slippery, it wouldn’t take much.
My mind worked overtime coming up with scenarios of how I could get him down.
But wait. What if Ray had this place wired with cameras? Fuck! I couldn’t believe that I didn’t think of that before. I had no fucking clue what to even look for as far as that went. My guess was that he didn’t have the obvious kinds that stuck out like ugly sore thumbs in the corner of the room. If that had been the case, I was sure I’d have noticed by now.
With that in mind, I started making my movements more natural. I made it seem like I wasn’t looking for anything that I could use as a weapon.
Think. Think.
I had lived here long enough that I didn’t need to search. I just had to calm down, take a minute, and let my mind work everything out.
