Teo shrugs. “Something worth my while.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “I want out of this room, too. Keep me in the bunker, fine, but I will go insane if I spend another hour here.”
He narrows his eyes. “Depends how good your information is.”
“And,” I tilt my head, allowing my eyes to rake over his body, “you join me in the shower.”
He wasn’t expecting that, and I momentarily indulge in the satisfaction of watching his body turn rigid.
I offer him a pretty smile as I kick my legs over the side of my bed and let them swing. “My brother is being financed by a Californian mafioso. That’s where he flew to earlier this month.”
Teo seems to slowly turn this information over in his mind. Not that it matters. Even if Teo confronts them, my brother already has the money.
“To what end?” he says finally.
“I think you already know the answer to that.”
He looks at me before nodding once and turning on his heel toward the door.
“Hey—”
“Are you coming or not?” he says as he props the door open for me.
I have to pick my jaw up from the floor. “Right.”
I hold my head high as I pass through the door, doing my best not to be acutely aware of his every breath as he follows behind.
Outside my prison cell is more of the same gray on gray. There’s a long, thin corridor with several rooms branching off on either side. As we pass by, I glance through the glass door panes and spot…yes! There. A computer.
But for now, I let Teo guide me to the opaque door at the very end of the hallway.
I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted a shower, nor when I had asked Teo to join me. But now, suddenly facing the almost clinically clean wetroom, I begin to doubt myself. Especially when the door behind me closes with a soft click.
It’s just a power play. It’s always just a power play.
“Well?” Teo’s voice is low in my ear. He’s closer to me than I had thought. The hair on the back of my neck prickles with his soft breath.
I swallow hard. Then, I step forward toward the shower head on the far side of the room. As I walk, I begin to slip out of my gown and let it drop to the floor, making sure to sway my hips just so.
When I turn back to him, I keep my gaze sultry and unimpressed. “Well?”
His move. His face is half cast in shadow from where he lingers by the door, but even in the darkness, I can make out his eyes. That perfect shade of endlessness is staring directly at me.
I’m a forbidden fruit he just needs to reach out and take for himself.
I take a step back, still facing him, and turn on the shower behind me. The spray of water is immediate and perfectly warm to stave off the cold of the gray tiles beneath my feet.
He’s still watching me as I move into the stream. The gasp I make is entirely involuntary. After days of rotting in that room, I can barely imagine anything better.
I must close my eyes for half a second.
But when I open them again, he’s there, right in front of me. It’s terrifying and yet expected. Water splashes across his white shirt as those dark eyes bear down into mine as if he’s trying to look directly into my soul.
“Are you just going to watch?” I whisper, barely audible over the water cascading over my skin.
Every muscle in his body seems to tense up as if primed for an attack. And I welcome it. Oh, how I’mdesperatefor it. I’m open and vulnerable and at his mercy. Literally naked and presenting myself on a platter.
Please. Justfeast.
