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My lips look full today. I hope they’re desirable for him. Tingles flutter across my bottom lip as I imagine him biting it.
Pick me.
It’s not just sex, either. There’s a real connection there. We have banter, share scars… Well, he shared, anyway. Today it’s my turn. I’m going to show him, I’ve decided fully.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My breath hitches when I hear his footsteps descend the stairs. Doors swing open to hear what his call is for the day. Anabel’s hoping for two days in a row – the greedy bitch.
“Alessia,” I hear my name vibrate through the walls, and I nearly swoon.
All of the fantasies fade, however, when I reach for the bathroom doorknob. I can’t do this forever – be part of a race to win the heart of a killer. There’s more than my needs at stake. Jane wants to go home. Gabby deserves to live again.
I know the doomsday clock is ticking down. It’s inevitable.
Arnold has to get us out.
I frown as I twist the knob. “Coming.”
The girls give me eyes as I gather my things – a sweater, a coat, boots. Chances are with Leandro, it has something to do with the cold.
Gabby squeezes my hand, offering some sort of comfort. She might be the only one that believes my lies at this point. “Today will be easier,” she says.
I smile and nod, feeling kind of like a bitch for not telling her the truth. How can I? If it gets out, I’ll be stuck with a bunch of women who either hate or envy me. Not a good recipe.
When I get to the foot of the stairs, Leandro isn’t waiting – which I find odd. He’s usually analyzing me every step I take. Hm.
When I get to the top, I shut the door and linger, staring at the three latches. My thighs get warm when I decide to lock all three. No spying on us today, Anabel.
A deep breath dispels my guilt and buries my long-term responsibility.
“Excuse me. Where are you hiding, wolf?” I like this new nickname I just made for him. Matches perfectly with my thoughts.
“That’s not what I’m called on the streets,” his voice rattles through the shed.
I turn toward the back, where his voice is coming from, and furrow my brow when I see him standing there in an apron. Then I burst out laughing.
He doesn’t reciprocate, which makes me worry that the apron is for human cutting. “Oh shit.” My expression drops and hands go straight to my chest, which finally earns his smile.
“C’mon.” He motions outside.
The floor creaks as I tentatively follow him, and through the window, I see a fire from a cheap-looking barbeque. There’s a tablecloth too short for the plastic table he set. Two fancy-looking disposable plates are set on either side, and… did he pull out weeds and shove them in a glass?
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Leandro?”
He just grunts back at me and tends to the fish he’s grilling.
My chest tightens with glee. I can’t help myself. This is an effort no one has ever put in for me.
“Have a seat.” He notices I’m awestruck, and when we lock eyes, he gets bashful. “I don’t want to hear anything cute. Sit.”
“Okay.” I stifle a giggle and analyze the table. The tablecloth is hilariously off center, so I dare to fix it, smiling goofily all the way. The salmon smells good. And when I glance him squeezing lemon over them, I blush a little harder.
This is insanely hot.
His muscular arms are out and flexed every time he touches his tools. I can tell he put a lot of thought into this – there’re sauces on the side, grilled broccoli, and he even bought a little salad for us. To think it was all purchased from someone else’s blood. I stifle that thought as quickly as it spawns, and do what he does – imagine that piece of shit killing two little girls. He deserved to die.
My mind goes blank when he stalks to grab the two plates, not offering me so much as a glance. He’s embarrassed… It’s adorable.
