There was no way I was taking a shower like he wanted me to. Who knew how long I had before he would come looking for me.
I dropped the blanket around me and then quickly went over to where my leggings and bra were lying on the floor and grabbed them. I went to the bathroom. First, I turned on the shower. It would give me more time if he thought I was doing as he told me. Next, I used the toilet (I hadn’t gone to the bathroom in a long time) and then I put on my bra and leggings.
I looked at the bathroom door. Okay, time to get out of here.
Leaving the shower on, I left the bathroom and made my way over to the window. I hadn’t noticed before, but there was a balcony connected to the room. Convenient.
Before going outside, I looked at my luggage longingly. I wanted to bring it with me but I couldn’t let it slow me down. I would have to send the police to come get it later after I got out of here.
I walked out on to the balcony. Wow, it was really high up. There were several floors of the hotel below me. I looked up. There were no other floors above me. We were on the top floor. Of course we were on the fucking top floor.
Was there another way out of here? The front door was by the kitchen and there was no way to get to it without passing Grayson. So that wasn't an option. And I hadn't seen any other doors.
I looked to my left. There was a staircase outside of the window in the next room over. I was assuming it was a fire escape. That would work!
I sprinted out of the room and ran to the next one over. This room was identical to the one that Grayson and I had spent the night in. It just had two queen size beds instead of one large king size. I ran to the window and shoved it open. I climbed out of it and made my way onto the fire escape. Oh, my God, this might work.
As quietly as I could, I ran down the stairs. I was aware of the fact the next window that I would pass would lead to the floor that Grayson was on. I would have to be careful, quick, and quiet. Right before I was about to pass in front of it, I paused. It was open. The window was freaking open. That was going to make things a lot harder.
I could do this. I had to do this.
I started to move in front of it quickly and quietly. I didn’t even glance inside. Just as I was about to make it to the next set of steps that would lead me to the next floor, a hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me backward. I screamed bloody murder as I was tugged through the window and thrown over someone’s shoulder.
I tried kicking and pounding on the back of whoever was holding me but they wouldn’t let me go. “No! Put me down!” I screamed. “Let me go!”
At first, I thought it was Grayson who was holding me. But there were no sparks and this person’s touch made my skin crawl.
And then Grayson spoke. “Bring her over here, Kyle.”
I was carried into the kitchen and then placed on a counter. Grayson was standing next to me, stirring some eggs in a skillet on the stove. He looked at me. “Hi there,” he said casually.
I swallowed. Was he mad? He obviously knew I was trying to escape. “Hi,” I breathed out.
He looked back at his scrambled eggs. “Kyle, will you go turn off the shower upstairs please?”
Kyle nodded. “Of course, Alpha.” He gave me one last look and bit his lip, trying to hide his smile. I glared at him. He chuckled and walked away, shaking his head.
So trying to escape hadn’t worked. It was now time for plan B. Act really sweet and nice until Grayson trusts me. And then I can somehow get out of here.
Grayson turned to the kitchen island behind him and began to cut strawberries. “So you didn’t want to take a shower, huh?” He asked.
How do I respond to that? “Um… no.”
“Uh-huh...” Grayson murmured. He opened the cabinet next to me and grabbed a bowl and then turned back to the strawberries he just cut and put them in there. “What were you doing outside?”
“Um… I-I-” I stuttered. “I wanted to get some fresh air!”
That was believable, right?
“Out on the fire escape?” He asked, setting the bowl down on the counter next to me. “Why didn’t you just go out onto the balcony connected to our room?” He went back to the scrambled eggs and turned off the burner.
Yeah, why didn’t I just go out to the balcony? That was a great question. I looked down at my lap. “I… Uh, well, I-”
Grayson’s hand was suddenly on my knee. “Here, try this,” he said. He put his finger in my mouth. Whatever was on his finger tasted absolutely incredible. It was sweet and lemony.
Grayson’s finger still in my mouth, I made eye contact with him. His eyes were pitch black. I moved my head back until his finger exited my mouth with a satisfying pop.
“Do you like it?” He asked, his voice deep and husky.
"It's for the lemon loaf," he explained. His eyes never left my lips. “You’ve got a little something right there.” He stepped in between my legs and put his hand on the back of my neck, leading my face closer to his. I thought seriously about pushing him away, but knew that would give up my act of trying to act sweet. He took my lower lip into his mouth and sucked it clean. I began to move closer to him, wanting to press my lips to his but he abruptly moved away. “Oh, sorry," he said. "I forgot you didn’t want me to touch you.”
Honestly, I had forgotten too.
I glared at him. I knew what he was doing. He couldn’t just get me all worked up and then not deliver. That just wasn’t fair.
He raised his eyebrows at me as if he was challenging me to take back my words. Nope, I wasn’t going to that.
He placed his hand on my cheek. “The next time I kiss you will be when you ask for it.”
Well, that worked for me. That meant I would never be kissing him again. He backed away from me after I nodded.
I really wanted to change the subject. I noticed how dark his eyes had become.“Why do your eyes turn black?” I asked him.
The first time his eyes had turned black it had really freaked me out. I mean, that’s not normal. But now that I had seen it happen multiple times I was used to it. In fact, not only was I used to it, I almost found it comforting now. There was something about his black eyes that drew me in, made me feel protected and safe.
Grayson’s eyes snapped to mine. They were still black. “It’s a very long story.”
“I’ve got time.” Especially now that it looked like I wouldn’t be getting out of here any time soon.
He grabbed a plate from the cupboard and put the scrambled eggs he was making on it. Then he walked over to the dining table. I hadn’t noticed it before but the table was covered in breakfast foods. There were croissants, pancakes, coffee, juice, fruit, pastries, hash browns, eggs, bacon, sausage and much more. I gaped at the huge spread of food.
Grayson paused when he saw my shocked face. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just got everything I could think of. Some of the food I made and some I ordered from room service.”
“That’s a lot of food,” I said.
He walked towards me, smiling. “Just eat what you want, love.” He stood in front of me and picked me up, wrapping my legs around him as if I were a child. I was going to protest and demand that he put me down but then I remembered that I was acting nice now.
I needed Grayson to trust me.
So I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. There was a deep rumble that came from his chest as his arms tightened around me.
He sat down on a chair at the table, keeping me in his lap. He brought two plates in front of us.
I was extremely uncomfortable sitting in his lap. I squirmed a bit. “I can sit in my own chair if you want,” I said.
“No. The closer you are to me the easier this transition is going to be for you.”
He put some eggs on my plate. And then some pancakes. And some bacon. And a muffin. And basically everything else that was in arm's length.
“Is that all for me?” I asked. He couldn’t possibly expect me to eat all of that.
“Just eat what you want, baby. I know you haven’t eaten since you got on the plane yesterday. I just want to get some calories in you.”
Well, that’s kind of sweet. He wanted to take care of me. As far as kidnappers go, he was a pretty nice one. But I still eyed the food warily. What if he had done something to it? What if it was poisoned?
I felt his breath on my ear. “While I’m very glad that you’re cautious around strange food, I really just need you to eat. I promise there’s nothing wrong with the food, Belle.” He took a bite out of my muffin just to prove his point and then put it back on my plate. “Now, eat,” he said.
I shakily picked up my fork and scooped some eggs into my mouth. He nodded his head approvingly and began to put food on his own plate.
We sat in silence for a few minutes as I shoveled food into my mouth. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. Plus, I needed my strength if I was going to get out of here. I was going to eat as much as I could.
And the food was just really good.
Once I had finally started to slow down, I noticed that Grayson's hand was rubbing up and down my leg as he watched me, eating his own food. I squirmed nervously but decided not to remove his hand. I could handle him touching me as long as it didn't get too intimate.
"Eat some more," Grayson said.
I leaned back and shook my head, pushing my plate away from me. "If I eat any more I might explode."
"Right. I forgot you couldn't eat as much as us."
I looked back at him. "Us. Who's us?"
Grayson nodded his head and sighed. "Now that you've gotten some rest and some food in your system, I guess I can start answering your questions." He ran a hand down his face and then slowly turned my body so that I was straddling him. "Please don't be scared."
"Okay..." I said.
I was not expecting what happened next.