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The haunted look in his eyes has yet to disappear. Grant doesn’t get upset. Not like this anyhow. I’m not sure why it’s bothering me so much, but I can’t help but to scoot closer to him.
“You don’t know that,” he replies, his brows coming together as doubt twists his handsome face. “You have no idea what he’s done, or what he’s capable of.”
“No, but I’ve seen some things and know how it can weigh on a person. Don’t let it crush you, ok?” I bite my bottom lip as he stares at me, his expression too solemn for someone so young. I frown.
“I’m going to stop him. No matter what,” Grant admits, searching my face. “I’ll do anything to see him burn.”
A darkness sparkles in the depth of his eyes. It scares me. That darkness is a dangerous thing. I have no doubt that Grant means what he says. Garry Gipson is in serious shit. But that fear is blanketed by something else as my heart flutters and my pussy spasms. Why does Grant’s passion turn me on?
My lips brush the back of his hand again. “Stay strong, Grant.”
The heat in his eyes burns into my face. This is getting to be too much. Too personal. Looking away, I scold myself. I need to be careful. Having a heart-to-heart with my blackmailer is going to make it hard for me to keep my head on straight. Searching for a change in topic, I decide that sliding back into defense mode might be my saving grace.
“You know I’m not really going to move in here, right?”
Grant doesn’t reply. I don’t like the silence and I certainly don’t like feeling his gaze staring at my profile as if I’m some puzzle to be solved. Kicking the rest of the blankets off me, I move to get out of bed. Fingers snake around my wrist and yank me backward.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I try to tug my hand free but fail. “I’m going to find some coffee and food. I’m starving.”
Grant tsks as he moves to straddle my waist. “After making a declaration like that? How many lessons will we have to give you before you just accept your fate, dollface?”
Before I can shout my objection at this ridiculousness, Grant leans down and takes my lips with his. His kiss surprises me. I freeze briefly before melting into the moment. When he breaks the kiss, he’s grinning.
“I suppose you need one more lesson. Hm, but how?” He tilts his head to consider his options. “Maybe we’ll come hunt you down at the library again. But instead of heading upstairs, we fuck you on the second floor. Near the door to the staff room. There’s a row of books that rarely gets touched right—”
“Shut up, Grant!” I try to wiggle free from under him. “We need boundaries. This torture isn’t fair!”
“What is that saying about life and it being fair?” He chuckles at his own joke. Then he leans to the side, away from me. Sure that he’s about to let this go, I let out a breath of relief.
Only to suck it back in when he quickly dives into his nightstand and pulls out metal handcuffs.
“W-what do you think you’re doing with those?” I start fighting harder than ever to get Grant off me.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
We struggle as he tries to grab one of my hands again. I put up a good fight. Ialmostmanage to get out from beneath him when the cold bite of metal slaps against my wrist.
“No! Grant, knock it off!” I shriek as he lifts my wrist. I fail to free myself before he attaches the other end to the wrought iron bedpost.
With a pleased grin, he throws his leg over me and climbs out of bed. “There, you’re in time out.”
“Grant! Unlock these now!”
“No, I don’t think I will.” He picks up a pair of sweatpants that he pulls over his boxers. Then he grabs a shirt off the chair in the corner of the room. The entire time, I hurl curses and threats at him. Grant only laughs. “I’m going to go get us breakfast. I’ll let you free when I get back.”
My stomach bottoms out. “No! No, no, no you can’t leave me here like this! What if there is a fire in the apartment or… Wait!” I call as he leaves the room. “I have to pee!”
“I’ll be gone no longer than twenty minutes!” he calls from the kitchen. The rattle of keys tells me he’s not joking. “Jason and Trip are already on their way home and will probably get back before me. I’ll let them know they can free you.”
“Grant!Grant!Don’t you dare leave me!”
The slamming of the door is my only response.
* * *
Twenty minutes turns into an hour.
