A mischievous glint enters his eyes. "What if I told you, I slept in the nude? What would you say then?"
My gaze roams over him. Man, what I wouldn't give to see someone as beautiful as him naked. What is his cock like? He has large hands and feet, but what they say isn't always true. They don't mean a guy has a big dick. A lot of the men I was forced to be with who looked big, often had micropenises. I preferred those over the others. I often wouldn't feel anything and they would be done fast.
"As long as you don't fart in my face butt naked, I'm good. Still wouldn't be the worst thing I've ever slept next to."
He cocks his head to the side. At first, I wonder if he didn't understand me. "What happened to you? Why are you in the WPP and why are there people out there that want you dead? Are you a witness or something?”
Witness, victim, snitch. There’s a lot of words that can be used to describe me. “Can we not discuss my history right now? I would need alcohol for that.”
He sighs and looks toward the kitchen. “No alcohol here, I drank the last of it the last time I was here. I’ll get more, what’s your preferred poison?” He walks over to it and pulls open one of the cabinets. Some ramen and other canned goods meet my gaze.
At least there’s food for tonight. When he looks back at me I sign, “I like white wines best. I don't mind vodka but it has to be paired with something. I can't drink it straight."
He pulls down two of the ramen bowls and crouches to pull a kettle from under the sink. "I like a good whiskey myself, but I don't mind wine. I'll see what I can find when I go out in the morning to get you groceries. There should be a pad of paper and pen on the shelf with the books. If you make a list of things you like and can cook, I'll get them for you."
He sets the kettle on the stove and turns on the heat. "Hope you like instant ramen. These ones are pretty good."
I shrug. "I like instant ramen. I'm not picky when it comes to food. Though, I don't know how to cook much. I ordered out a lot or picked up something easy from the store I worked at."
He nods. "I'm not the best cook in the world, but I'm better than my brother Cason, so I count that as something. Anything I can best him in I'm happy about. One thing I've learned is that if you're unsure of how to cook something or are scared you'll burn it, just take it low and slow. It might take longer for it to cook, but that's okay."
I smile at him. He's a strange man for wanting to help someone like me, but he does seem genuinely nice, and after all the scum of the Earth I've had to interact with, that's saying something. I think by this point, I can tell who is nice, who fake being nice well, and who are just truly psychotic and probably should never be let around other humans let alone children.
Making quick work of putting my clothes away next to his, I keep them compact and rolled up. It's how I've always preferred to do it when I have a choice. I store the bag behind the sofa and move to put away my bathroom stuff in the bathroom, leaving it in the bag except for my toothbrush which he thankfully kept in the protective case I put it in.
"You can put your stuff out if you want. There's a shelf in there for your shampoo and stuff, and you can put your tampons on the back of the toilet. If you need more of those, just write down the brand you like and I'll make sure to get it."
I jump as I find him leaning against the door frame of the bathroom door, just as I place my toothbrush and paste on the counter near the sink. I blink at him. "Getting tampons won't freak you out? Most men act as if it's the most horrible thing they can ever buy for a woman."
He shakes his head. "No. Boys who haven't grown up and had their balls drop for real have an issue with that. Women have periods. They need things to keep it from getting messy. If a man can't buy the products the women in their lives need or to be hygienic, then he isn't a man. He's a boy who looks like a man."
My stomach flips at his words. I don't know if it's because of his deep voice or what, but what he just said was incredibly hot. I got my first period after I'd been taken, and though I knew what was happening, none of the men around me were willing to help. It took one of the female handlers taking pity on me to tell me what I needed to do and gave me the tampon I needed. Anytime they would let me go to a store with them, I would break open a box and take enough, but never lifted a full thing.
"You're different, most wouldn't care enough to find out the brand I prefer."
The kettle whistles and he pulls away from the doorframe of the door. "I call it being a considerate person. The ramen should be done in three minutes according to the packaging. Why don't you go pick out a movie and I'll show you how it works. The remote is a little bit of a pain in the ass." He turns toward the kitchen and moves to take the kettle off the burner while switching it off.
Leaving the bathroom, I head over to the bed, kick off my shoes, and kneel on it to look at the titles on the shelf. It's easy to see they're in alphabetical order, which is nice. They might go by genre as well, I recognize a few of them and they sit in groups. I arch an eyebrow surprised to see he has romcoms in the mix. Does he take dates down here? What in the world do they think about the fact that he spends his vacation time in a literal bunker?
I can't help myself, I pickPretty in Pink. I haven't seen it since before I was taken, and I loved it more than anything in the world as a tween because Molly Ringwald had red hair like mine, and she was beautiful and quirky. I also want to see what his reaction is to it. Will he watch it begrudgingly or actually watch it?
Chapter Six
Porter
Grabbingsome forks and some sealed water from the fridge, I carry the food over to the bed where she kneels on it with her bare feet under her ass. She holds a DVD in her hands. Her gaze turns from it to me, and she holds it up. A smile pulls at my lips. Somehow, with the first pick, she managed to pull from the shelf one of my favorite movies. "I love Pretty in Pink. Good choice."
She gives me a skeptical look and puts the case down to sign. "Love, really? You probably have it down here for dates that you show this place. Don't lie."
I hand her the ramens to hold while I get the DVD and open it. "I'm not lying. It's one of my favorite movies. It wouldn't be here if I didn't like it. I've never brought a woman here. How the hell would I explain a bunker to someone? There's no way to do it without sounding like a serial killer. And I don't go around telling women what I do for a living. You're a special circumstance, and only because Cason told me to. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been any way to explain to you what was going on."
She can't say anything, as her hands are full. I go to the shelf under the TV and use the remotes to turn it on and then turn on the Blu-ray player. I glance over at her. "The enter button on the remote doesn't work, so if you want to play the menu or select something, you need to hit the play button here. The arrows still work on the remote, so you can choose the options with that and use this button to select it. Other than that, everything else works on the remote."
She nods and I hit play so the movie will start. I take a ramen from her and sit on the edge of the bed at the end. She moves to sit cross-legged and hisses. I look at her. “Are you okay?”
Her hand moves to her side. She puts the bowl down. “My side hurts, but I think I’m okay. Doesn’t feel like anything ripped. I’ve had worse, I’m not worried.”
I frown. It’s horrible that her getting shot isn’t the worst thing that happened to her. “Do you want me to get you anything? There’s a first aid kit here.”
