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“Don’t be afraid, I’m going to set you free. You’re safe now.”
If only he could set me free of these chains I’ve had my whole life.
He may have saved me from one terrible situation, and for that I am grateful, but I still have my own hurdles to overcome with everything else in my life.
And all I did was resist and hurl abuse at him.Even when he cut the ropes and picked me up in his arms, carrying me out of the building. His scent alone is something I will never forget; spicy, exotic, dark … safe.
Guilt starts to wash over me.
Now I’m his prisoner.
But I’d rather be Marco’s prisoner than be back in that building…Ineverwant to relive that week. The memory is bad enough.
I lay there until the water turns cool. I’m tempted just to run more hot water and lay here for the rest of the afternoon, but I’m starting to get hungry.
I wonder what Marco is actually doing as I carefully haul myself out of the bath and reach for one of the huge fluffy bath towels hanging next to the tub and dry myself off.
Taking note of the Chanel body oil, I really had to hand it to his assistant as I pour the elixir into my hands and rub it into my skin.
All of this is a far cry from being in that dungeon Marco spoke about at the Fortress.
Yes, I’d much rather be here.
I drop the towel and slide on the fluffy robe hanging on the hook. I pad back into the bedroom to look at the garments purchased for me. I notice some bags from Macy’s on the carpet that haven’t been touched next to the closet.
I have a dig around …. and find some comfy juicy couture, which is kind of perfect for just lazing around in a castle. It’s not like I’m Belle fromBeauty and the Beastand a beautiful frock is waiting in the wings for me with my charming prince.
I hear a knock at the door, which makes me jump.
My heart starts to beat …. I wonder if it’s him …Is he back already?More to the point, why do I care?
“Y-yes.” I make my way over to the door, fastening my robe with the accompanying belt.
The door opens slightly ajar and I see Maurice standing there with a tea tray on wheels.
“I thought you might like some tea, Miss.”
I blink several times while I get adjusted to that idea …how thoughtful.
“Thank you.” I pull the door back, and he wheels the tray in. This is all very unexpected.
“I’ve prepared a turkey and salad sandwich on rye, just in case you were hungry,” he informs me.
“Thank you, Maurice.” Wow, the service around here is five star. “Do you know when Marco will be back?” Why I freaking ask him that, I don’t know.
He clasps his gloved hands together and shakes his head. “Probably within the hour, Miss, but don’t hesitate to call, and I’ll bring you anything you need.”
He proceeds to walk over to the fireplace, stoke it and put another log on.
He’s certainly very attentive.
“Dinner will be served at 8:00 pm. Mr. Medici has asked that you join him.”
Has he just!“Oh, thanks, Maurice, but I’m fine with the sandwich.”
One thing I will not be doing is having dinner with my captor!
“He was quite insistent, Miss Petrov. Now, if you’ll excuse me. If you need anything, please phone downstairs.”
