Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
A decision I am obviously regretting now.
My purse is in that basement, and while I don’t think the wealthy frat guys have any need to rob me, there is all kinds of private information in that phone.
I don’t just need an alarm set; I need to get home.
Killian is still fast asleep beside me, and his back is to me now.
I move slowly and carefully, keeping my eyes on him as I climb off the bed. Seeing he’s still asleep, I walk as gently as I can back to his closet. The door is still open since he distracted me while I was in there, and my heart pounds like I’m a criminal mid-heist when I snatch the T-shirt I dropped on the floor and carefully remove it from its hanger. I put the hanger back, cringing at the noise, which seems amplified given how hard I’m trying to be quiet. I pull his shirt over my head, surprised it still manages to smell like him since it also smells of laundry detergent.
I hate to go through any of his other things, but I also cannot leave this apartment in just his T-shirt. I eye up his dresser and pull open the bottom drawer, hoping I picked the right one.
I breathe a big sigh of relief when I find his workout clothes. I grab a pair of black and white basketball shorts and pull them on, then I sneak back into the bedroom to make sure he’s still asleep. I tiptoe into his bathroom and grab my tarnished costume off the sink where I left it after my shower, then I creep back through his bedroom. Luckily, the door is slightly ajar since we never closed that one, either.
Personally, sleeping in a bedroom with an open door makes me feel like we’re just sending embossed invitations to the serial killers who surely live in the shadows. RSVP! Don’t miss cocktail hour!
I shake my head, debating closing the door behind me to save him from the shadow murderers, but I don’t want to risk waking him up, so I’ll just have to send my thoughts and prayers that he stays alive.
I do feel bad about this next part, but honestly, he hasn’t left me much choice. I expressed to him my desire to leave, then I was willing to compromise and stay, but I needed him to set an alarm for me so I could make sure I got out of here when I needed to. I have a cat to feed, a phone to find, and I have to be up no later than five to get ready for work.
I’m grateful to him for his help, but I have responsibilities.
So I snatch his car key and pad over to the apartment door.
I hesitate when I get to it, though.
Leaving alone in the middle of the night doesn’t feel safe, but I remind myself I only have to get down to the parking garage, and then I’m in a locked car.
I have to leave. I know if I don’t, he’ll sidetrack me. I already let him wreck my plans to go to the police tonight, and I’m not sure that was the right decision, but I absolutely cannot let him claim the rest of my weekend.
I lost a lot of sleep thinking about waking up next to him, too. It felt a little greedy to let him pleasure me but not return the favor, and to be honest, he doesn’t seem like a charitable man.
My imagination allowed that he was probably tired after the night we’d had and that’s why he fell asleep, but come morning when he was rested, he might have some ideas about repayment.
And I’m not sure if that scared me more or less than the possible shadow murderers he was inviting to massacre us with that open bedroom door, but the fact was, they were on close enough levels to be compared.
I wasn’t sleeping anyway, so I need to be doing something.
So I am.
Escaping.
And… stealing a car, but if tonight has taught me anything about him, it’s that Killian Walsh is not a man who is ever going to call the police. Or maybe a doctor unless he’s dying, and even then, I’m not sure.
I won’t get in trouble, he’ll get his car back, and I’ll get home. Everyone wins.
With that thought in mind, I steel my nerves, open the door, and step out into the hallway. I don’t want to linger out here alone, so I make a beeline for the elevator. I press the button and look around like a paranoid lunatic while I wait for it, and fear grips me when I hear the ding. Illogically, I picture the doors opening and Kyle and his cronies waiting inside, but of course when the doors open, the elevator is empty.