Louisiana?”
“Umm… it’s in the United States! Where else would it be?”
He wasn’t sure how much of her flip attitude he was going to be able to take. It was going to take a lot of patience , which he didn’t possess, to get any information out of her. He would question her all night if he had to, even if he was exhausted.
“I would suggest you just answer the questions.” He leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees.
“Whatever,” she said so low he barely heard it.
He glared at her before he proceeded with his questions. “How long have you been with Tuloch? And what were you doing out on that field?”
“Are you kidding me? I already told you all of this! Why do I have to repeat myself?” she shouted at him this time.
“You will answer my questions!” he roared at her.
She flinched at his words and sat back in the chair. He sensed that he was scaring her but right now he didn’t give a damn. He wanted answers! Too many people depended upon him to keep them safe.
Through clenched teeth she answered him. “I don’t know who this Tuloch is and I don’t know how I got out there. I was in my hotel room one m inute and the next, I’m lying flat on my back in a puddle of mud with you on top of me! Why don’t you tell me how I got here?”
She was challenging him. He had to give her some credit for at least sticking to her story. Not one word of her story had changed. That gnawing feeling was back but this time it was in the pit of his stomach. Something just wasn’t right here and he needed to get to the bottom of.
“Believe me, Jakar or whatever your name is, I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me here. If you took me back to where you found me, maybe I will be able to get back home.”
Her green eyes, that were so dark earlier, were now a lighter shade of green. They pleaded with him. He saw the water that filled those gorgeous eyes and watched as one tear escaped and slid down her cheek. Could she possibly be telling him the truth? He rubbed his hands over his tired eyes. This was going to have to wait until the morning. The wine was having more of an effect on him than normal and he was plain worn out from the day’s events.
“We’ ll talk more in the morning. I need to get some sleep.” He walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers then looked at her. “Well?” he asked her.
“Well what?” Her eyes were wide with confusion.
“Come get in the bed.”
“I will not! I am not sleeping in the same bed with you!”
“Are you going to fight me on this too? Come get in the bed,” he repeated. “If you don’t come get in the bed…” he didn’t have to finish because she got up and walked to the other side of the bed. He swallowed when he caught a glimpse of her secret place when she had to pull the edge of his shirt up over her knees in order to climb into the bed. Once in the bed she pulled the blankets over her legs then laid down, waiting for him to follow suit.
He did just that, but before he laid down he took out the metal cuffs he had slipped into his pocket while she had been taking her bath. She refused to look at him until she felt the cold metal ring snap closed around her wrist.
“What the…” she squealed. “You’re handcuffing me to you?”
He shook his head. “No. I’m cuffing you to the bed.” As he spoke he closed the other metal ring around the metal post of the head board. She wouldn’t have much room to move around or turn over but he would have peace of mind knowing that she would still be there in the morning and that she wouldn’t have access to anything in the room she could use to kill him.
She flopped back down onto the pillow. Her arm was raised slightly as she lay on her side facing him. A smile played across his face when he laid down next to her. He could hear her grunting and sighing as she fought to get comfortable in the
“Umm… it’s in the United States! Where else would it be?”
He wasn’t sure how much of her flip attitude he was going to be able to take. It was going to take a lot of patience , which he didn’t possess, to get any information out of her. He would question her all night if he had to, even if he was exhausted.
“I would suggest you just answer the questions.” He leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees.
“Whatever,” she said so low he barely heard it.
He glared at her before he proceeded with his questions. “How long have you been with Tuloch? And what were you doing out on that field?”
“Are you kidding me? I already told you all of this! Why do I have to repeat myself?” she shouted at him this time.
“You will answer my questions!” he roared at her.
She flinched at his words and sat back in the chair. He sensed that he was scaring her but right now he didn’t give a damn. He wanted answers! Too many people depended upon him to keep them safe.
Through clenched teeth she answered him. “I don’t know who this Tuloch is and I don’t know how I got out there. I was in my hotel room one m inute and the next, I’m lying flat on my back in a puddle of mud with you on top of me! Why don’t you tell me how I got here?”
She was challenging him. He had to give her some credit for at least sticking to her story. Not one word of her story had changed. That gnawing feeling was back but this time it was in the pit of his stomach. Something just wasn’t right here and he needed to get to the bottom of.
“Believe me, Jakar or whatever your name is, I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me here. If you took me back to where you found me, maybe I will be able to get back home.”
Her green eyes, that were so dark earlier, were now a lighter shade of green. They pleaded with him. He saw the water that filled those gorgeous eyes and watched as one tear escaped and slid down her cheek. Could she possibly be telling him the truth? He rubbed his hands over his tired eyes. This was going to have to wait until the morning. The wine was having more of an effect on him than normal and he was plain worn out from the day’s events.
“We’ ll talk more in the morning. I need to get some sleep.” He walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers then looked at her. “Well?” he asked her.
“Well what?” Her eyes were wide with confusion.
“Come get in the bed.”
“I will not! I am not sleeping in the same bed with you!”
“Are you going to fight me on this too? Come get in the bed,” he repeated. “If you don’t come get in the bed…” he didn’t have to finish because she got up and walked to the other side of the bed. He swallowed when he caught a glimpse of her secret place when she had to pull the edge of his shirt up over her knees in order to climb into the bed. Once in the bed she pulled the blankets over her legs then laid down, waiting for him to follow suit.
He did just that, but before he laid down he took out the metal cuffs he had slipped into his pocket while she had been taking her bath. She refused to look at him until she felt the cold metal ring snap closed around her wrist.
“What the…” she squealed. “You’re handcuffing me to you?”
He shook his head. “No. I’m cuffing you to the bed.” As he spoke he closed the other metal ring around the metal post of the head board. She wouldn’t have much room to move around or turn over but he would have peace of mind knowing that she would still be there in the morning and that she wouldn’t have access to anything in the room she could use to kill him.
She flopped back down onto the pillow. Her arm was raised slightly as she lay on her side facing him. A smile played across his face when he laid down next to her. He could hear her grunting and sighing as she fought to get comfortable in the
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