Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
“Right. But that means I can’t die an old maid. I’m a ruined old maid.”
“First, you are not old. Second, you are not a maid. Third, you are certainly not ruined. And four, why are you talking like you’re eighty?”
Angie shrugged. “I don’t know. I feel eighty some days.” Sometimes it felt like she’d already lived three lifetimes. And she wasn’t sure how she could keep going. She was . . . flat. Out of energy.
“Fergus has only ruined you if you allow him to ruin you. So stop wallowing and prove that he didn’t ruin you. You can’t just lie around and feel sorry for yourself. Nobody is going to make life happen for you. You have to do it.”
“Right and the one time that I try to make a life for myself, to do something I want, some bastard kidnaps me.” Anger surged through her and she attempted to drive herself up at him, to knock him off her.
But he held still and all she managed to do was press her pussy and boobs against him.
She swallowed heavily.
Holy. Heck.
That felt far too good for her peace of mind. She searched for any sign that he felt the same. Any trembling in his arms, his eyes closing, his breath going faster.
Nothing.
He really felt nothing that she felt.
Well. That was embarrassing. At least he had no idea that she found him hot.
“If you’re done rubbing yourself against me, I will move off you and you can behave yourself.”
What the heck?
Behave herself? Why the heck would she do that when he was her kidnapper?
She figured that it was her duty to not behave herself.
Although maybe she should cooperate until Zander found her.
She pushed her head off the bed until her nose was close to his.
“No.”
An eyebrow twitched.
Hmm. Interesting. Given enough time she was certain that she could crack him.
“Very well. Things could have gone much easier if you’d behaved, though.”
“Easier than what? Than this? Where I’m pinned to the bed in a dark room without any light? With no idea if it’s night or day and nothing to do while talking with someone who has the emotional capability of a teabag.”
Okay, now she was talking herself into a panic attack.
“What are you going to do to make things worse? Deny me food? The ability to go to the toilet? Beat me?”
“I am not going to beat you. I’m not that sort of man. And I definitely don’t want any messes in here. You also look like a stiff wind would knock you over so I’m not going to deny you food. Did Zander feed you?”
“It wasn’t Zander’s job to feed me! He’s my brother-in-law, not my keeper.”
Actually, he was kind of both. But this asshole didn’t need to know that.
She was starting to think she’d rather deal with Jared than him.
Jared seemed more reasonable. And human.
“Do you bleed?” she asked.
“Yes, I bleed. What sort of question is that?”
“Just a question. I thought we should get to know each other since we’re going to be spending a lot of time together.”
“We will not be spending time together,” he told her. “I will bring you food and entertainment until I inform Jared that you’re here.”
“And when will that be?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. When I feel he needs to know.” He stood and dragged her with him.
She immediately kicked his shin.
The bastard didn’t even flinch.
But she did. In fact, she did more than flinch. She let out a howl as pain radiated up her leg from the agony in her toe.
“That hurts! Ow!”
“Then you shouldn’t have kicked me. With the same foot that you already used to kick the door. I am honestly worried that you are lacking in common sense. Zander should never have allowed you to live alone. You don’t have the sense that God gave a fly.”
“That’s not true! I know how to get out a door or window rather than banging into glass. I’ve definitely got more sense than God gave a fly.”
Pfft.
What did this guy know? Not a lot obviously.
Picking her up by the waist, he deposited her on the bed. Rather firmly.
“Hey, careful,” she said.
“Why? Did I hurt your bottom? Seems like a sore bottom is something that you deserve.”
What the heck?
“Was that a threat to punish me?” she asked.
“I don’t make threats, I make promises.”
Um. Okay.
That should scare you . . . not make you think about what it would be like over this man’s knee.
“But I wouldn’t worry. I’m not a disciplinarian, that’s Jared’s job. I prefer revenge to punishment.”
“Well, since Jared’s not here I guess my bottom is safe,” she huffed.
“Oh, I have a very good memory. I can tell him about every time you misbehave.”
“Um, no, you can’t. Because I’m being held here against my will. That means I’m not being held accountable for my behavior.” She glared at him.