I was at the club with Rose. We drank. We danced. I…I almost got assaulted, and…
Him. The man from the blind date. He was there.
I fisted the covers hurriedly against my body, my eyes widening when I laid eyes on him where he was sitting. He looked like he had been watching me like a hawk. His eyes were ominously cold and detached, yet seemed to be sucking the life out of me, robbing me of my breath and making me hot all over.
His dark hair was tousled, some strands sticking to the side of his face and his forehead. I could tell that he had just gotten out of the shower.
"It's you. You are real," I murmured in awe.
I had seen him on the plane and last night, but my eyes feasted on him like they needed him to survive—his toned, tanned skin, rippling muscles and biceps that made my mouth water, his chiseled features, ominous charcoal eyes that made my cheeks burn, and the dark sweatpants that hung low on his hip, shielding his cock from my view.
My thighs clenched together, and I fisted the covers harder against my chest.
"How long have I been out?"
"Since last night." His voice was crisp, melting into the air like smoke, yet carrying enough darkness to send shivers down my spine.
"Did you change me out of my clothes?" I swallowed.
"Yes."
He spoke with so much indifference, like he wasn't interested in holding a conversation with me, yet his eyes wouldn't leave my face.
"Have you been stalking me?" I whispered. "There was no way you could have known I was under attack if you hadn't followed me to the club. You have been following me…" Something about being stalked and hunted by him made my toes curl.
"Eat." He nudged his head toward a tray I hadn't noticed was on the nightstand.
There was a pile of toast, a bowl of berries, a heap of scrambled eggs, and a cup of steaming coffee on the tray.
My stomach growled, but I clutched it, wanting to hide the fact that I was indeed hungry.
"I'm not hungry."
"I wasn't asking, Sienna. Eat." His tone oozed irritation.
I grabbed the tray awkwardly, eyeing the food with the intent to devour and equal wariness. "How do I know it's not poisoned?"
"You don't."
"You killed those guys. I presume it wouldn't be hard to do the same to me. Though it doesn't?—"
"You talk too much." He cut me off, his eyes darkening. "Eat your food."
I dug into my meal, trying to chew as slowly as I could, but I was really starving. I wolfed it down in no time. My thoughts stray to my best friend, whom I was sure would be worried sick about my sudden disappearance.
"Where are my things? I need to text my friend to let her know that I'm okay." I locked eyes with him, and the way my breath hitched took me off guard.
"You’re not going anywhere."
"Am I your captive?" I frowned, tossing the toast back on the tray.
"You are whatever I tell you that you are," he said coldly.
I scoffed. "What do you even want? I didn't ask you to save me. Why did you kidnap me on our supposed blind date and…"
"...and tied you up, blindfolded you, and fucked you like the greedy little whore that you are?" he completed.
My mood turned sour. He was arrogant, and a jerk, and…sinfully attractive. I shouldn't be so attracted to a stranger, let alone getting so wet just by being in his proximity. I had been looking for him, but that didn't mean I wanted him to toss me around like a doll.
