Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Tell me about yourself, Caleb. What made you into this?” she asked. “I mean, we both know you’re hot and I’m guessing you’re going to set the bedsheets on fire.” Again another moan. “I’ve never had sex, and I really want to. My mom and I didn’t have that kind of relationship. She told me about protection and all that, but we didn’t really talk about boys.” She released a little chuckle. “Come on, tell me about your parents.”
“I’d rather hear about you.”
“You’re a strange man, Caleb. I like your name. Caleb.”
“Tell me.”
“You want to know all of my dirty secrets?” she asked.
“Do you have any dirty secrets?”
She rested her chin on his arm and smiled. “I liked what you said. I’ve watched sex online. Dirty stuff. The guy had such a huge dick and she was so ready for it. I don’t think she was turned on, though.” She wrinkled her nose. “It made me hot, Caleb.”
“Do you like the idea of me fucking you?” he asked. He couldn’t believe he was entertaining this, but she was so damn cute and damn it, sexy as well. How could innocent and sexy be cute? He didn’t get it.
“Yeah, I do. I hate it, but I’d love to be touched. I want to be loved, but I really want a man to crave me, to love me just for me.” She sighed. “That will never happen.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not the kind of woman men think about tearing my clothes off for.” She shrugged. “I’m used to it.” She then went on her tiptoes and took him by surprise as she pressed a kiss to his lips. “You know, I hate that you kidnapped me, but I also love it. I think I’m getting that weird syndrome. Don’t let me fall in love with you, Caleb. That would be really, really, really, weird.”
“That’s a lot of weirds.”
“Yeah, and don’t let it happen. I want to be happy when I leave here. I want to be able to fall in love and have a family.” Her eyes started to droop. “I feel so sleepy.”
He caught her in his arms and lifted her as she fell against him. Well, he lucked out of that long conversation.
Carrying Grace upstairs, he didn’t take her to her room, but took her to his own room to rest. After placing her on the bed, he removed her shoes and stared down at her. She was completely out for the count. He pulled his cell phone out and texted the doctor to find out what she took.
The change within her had been really fast.
He liked drugged Grace, but it also told him with time, she could be that way without the medication.
What he didn’t understand was why it was so important to him.
Chapter Four
The following day during James’s nap, Grace went to find Caleb. She’d woken that morning in his bedroom. The moment she was alert, she knew it was his room. The scent of him surrounded her, but rather than be afraid, she’d been aroused.
Then the events of the previous evening, down to the pain in her shoulder, came rushing back. She had to face him at some point.
It was embarrassing.
Nibbling on her lip, she tried to not think about it, but as she lifted her head to his office door, she waited.
There was no answer.
Grabbing the door handle, she turned it and came to a stop. His office was empty. Stepping inside, she pressed her back against the door.
He’d avoided her question last night about his parents. Just thinking about what she’d said to him, how she’d come on to him, even her kissing him… It was so embarrassing. She shouldn’t have done it and yet, she couldn’t regret it, at least not yet.
Stepping farther into the room, she took stock of all of his bookshelves.
So many books. It was like a whole other library. She was sure there were some first editions here. Running her fingers across the spines of each within reach, she smiled. He didn’t seem like the kind of man who would want to read.
Turning toward his desk, she took a step toward it and lowered herself into his chair. Again, the room smelled like him, but it also had that dominating, commanding presence she’d gotten used to.
He was … everywhere.
Touching her fingers to the desk, she wondered if this was where he made the decisions to kill men. Did he kill women? What had happened to those women who’d been huddled in that room?
“What are you doing in here?” Caleb asked.
She stood up, shoving the chair back until it hit the wall. “Caleb.” She forced a smile to her lips.
“You shouldn’t be in this office.”
“I came to find you.”
His gaze went to the desk and she followed it, seeing the telephone.
“Oh, I, er, I didn’t use it.”