Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I never got that one because even in pictures you could see the crazy in his eyes. I keep seeing something in Gray’s eyes, but I don’t think it’s crazy. There’s something else there; I just can’t explain it.
“You confuse me,” I finally say. Here he’s saying he exposes people doing bad things, but isn’t that what he’s doing? I suppose that could make for a really good cover. He all but admitted that information was never going to be leaked from his company, and in my search, that seems to be true. Although I didn’t get my information from his people, but the other side.
“Not everything is as it always seems, little mouse,” he says and then takes a bite of his chicken.
“Are you saying you’re not working with those men?”
“What men?” He’s casual as he asks, but I can tell he’s trying to get whatever I heard out of me. First he kidnaps me and now he’s trying to secretly interrogate me? I’m the one that should be asking questions. Even if he caught me in his trunk.
“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work,” I say smugly.
“You have no clue what I’m doing.” He licks his lips as he picks up the glass of wine and takes a sip.
He somehow manages to make eating and drinking sexy. Wait, I know what this is. I’ve been drugged! I bet he gave me some kind of love potion or something. If he can make superhuman serum, surely he can make a love potion. I’ll fall into bed with him James Bond-style and tell him all my secrets.
Okay, I might be reaching.
“I don’t want to play this game.” I drop my fork down onto the plate.
“I said you could ask me anything. I’m starting to think you’re scared to know the truth.”
Crap. Maybe I am. I don’t want him to be this terrible person.
“Or maybe I’m scared of what you’ll do to me once you know what I know.” I run my finger across my throat.
“Are you always this theatrical?”
“Hey, don’t be rude.” I scold him the same way my babushka would do to me.
“When did I imply I didn’t enjoy your theatrics?” He smirks. “Eat,” he orders, nodding toward my plate.
“You’re bossy,” I say, but I pick my fork back up.
“You’ll get used to it.” I press my thighs together thinking about him bossing me around in other places—like his bedroom.
“I’m only eating because someone took the time to make this lovely meal, and I’d hate for it to be wasted.” I take a giant bite of my steak, and his smirk turns into a full-on smile. What the hell is wrong with him? I’m trying to annoy him and let him think his charm is doing nothing to me. If I don’t play along, he might throw me out of here. I wonder if I can get him to pay me to leave.
We finish the rest of the meal in silence, and I try to look anywhere but at Gray. It’s pointless, though, because I feel the man's eyes on me the entire time.
“House, bring dessert,” Gray says after I’ve cleared my plate.
“I don’t think I can eat any more. I’m—” I stop talking when I see the creme brulée come out. “Okay, maybe a few bites.”
The plates are placed in front of us by the same man as before. I debate if I should tell him I’ve been kidnapped, but it might be best to do it after I eat my dessert.
“Oh god,” I moan after I taste the first bite, but a deep rumble has my head jerking up. I glance around the room, wondering where it came from. “I didn’t feel us move. Was there an earthquake?”
“Have another bite.” He ignores my question. “You clearly enjoy it.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
Gray pulls his cell phone out and ignores his own dessert as he taps away. “Who are you texting?” I ask, and he glances up from his phone. “You said I could ask anything.”
“My security.”
“Are you telling them you’ve kidnapped someone?”
“You could say that.” He goes back to clicking away on his phone.
“You're being rude again. No phones at the dinner table,” I sing-song.
“Was that your grandmother Annika’s rule or your mother Lilia’s?”
My spoon pauses almost to my mouth with the last bite of dessert on it. This time, I slowly put my spoon down, and real fear starts to creep up my spine. I sit up straighter because this little game is finished. I already knew I was in over my head, but I’d never thought about who could go down with me.
“Gray. Please don’t—”
“I’m not going to hurt them. It’s quite the opposite. I don’t know how deep you’ve dug or who might be on to you being a very naughty girl.” I block out his naughty girl words and what that does to me.