Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Folding the shirt and leggings that Oz had given me to wear, I went to place them on the counter when I noticed a pair of blue yoga pants and another large T-shirt hanging beside the clean towels, along with a pair of white lace panties draped over the hanger.
Where had those and the clean, fluffy towels come from?
I took a step back and looked out into the bedroom at the door. Oz had to have brought them in here, but when? Last night, while I had been asleep? I had always been a very deep sleeper. Perry always said I’d sleep through a bomb going off. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Oz being in here when I slept. Sure, he’d come in here and woken me up yesterday, but having him walk in and put things in the bathroom while I was sleeping made me feel vulnerable. What if I’d snored? Or my mouth had been hanging open?
Shaking my head at my train of thought, I went to slip off my panties and get in the shower. It didn’t matter what I was doing or looked like. Oz wasn’t some hot guy I was trying to impress. He was a hot guy I was trying to survive. I might have been given clean clothing and slept on the best mattress I’d ever laid on, but I was still a prisoner. I still had no phone. I was locked in this bedroom.
Last night, having dinner with him and sitting to talk, had felt…well, for a moment, I had enjoyed myself. I’d forgotten just what all he had done to me. Most likely due to his ridiculously attractive face and that freaking metal bar in his tongue. He smelled nice too. The few times he had walked by me, I’d gotten a whiff and wanted more. The scent was spicy liquor, tobacco, and a rich, dense forest. Masculine and assertive.
And there I go again. Stop it, Winslet. STOP IT. Don’t think about his appearance, pierced tongue, or scent. Think about the fact that he’s intent on finding Perry.
The maim-and-kill thing had kept slipping my mind. I had to remember the man I had faced when I woke up in the basement. Not the one from last night. Being grateful to him for my current accommodations was ridiculous. I would be at my home right now if it wasn’t for him.
The yoga pants fit and felt great. The shirt, however, smelled like Oz. So much so that I considered putting back on the one from yesterday. If I had this scent in my nostrils all day, I would continue to struggle to remember who the bad guy was. After several minutes of debate, I gave in and put it on. Mostly because it was a delicious scent and I didn’t want him asking me why I wasn’t wearing it. I’d turn bright red, and he’d notice.
While brushing through my towel-dried hair, I heard the lock in the door click, and I walked over to look into the bedroom. Oz walked inside, his gaze going from the bed, then swinging in my direction.
“You could have knocked,” I informed him, thinking about how I had been naked minutes ago.
“Why would I do that? You couldn’t have opened the door for me,” he replied with an amused expression on his face.
I waved a hand at the shower. “Because I might have been in the shower or indecent.”
There was a brief flash of something dark and seductive in his eyes that sent a shiver through me before he smirked.
“I’d have heard the water running when I entered and left.”
Would he have though?
The warmth radiating through my body needed to go the eff away. Was this Stockholm syndrome?
“I came to tell you breakfast is ready,” he said.
He had made breakfast. He was going to let me eat again. I wondered what he looked like when he was standing over a stove.
“Thank you,” I replied before my imagination took flight. “I’ll be down after I make the bed.”
Without another word, he left and closed the door. No click of the lock this time.
Stepping back into the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and studied my reflection. How easy it was for him to make me forget he was hunting my brother down. I couldn’t blame my reaction to him on lack of sleep or starvation this time. I wasn’t sure I’d ever rested as soundly as I had last night.
“Perry needs you to keep your head on straight,” I hissed at myself before setting the brush on the counter and heading to make up the bed before going down to breakfast.
I should have asked him about Perry. If they had found him. If I was leaving today. But neither thing had come to me while I was tingling in places that hadn’t been touched in a while and feeling all warm and excited.