Page 9 of No Escape
“I’m not remorseful, because I didn’t do anything and I’m sure as hell not going willingly.”
I threw my hands up in the air. “Then I guess you’re fucked because I’m not letting you out of my sight until I deposit your ass to the authorities. End of story.”
“I need something to sleep in.”
Crossing the room, I unzipped my backpack, pulled a white t-shirt out and tossed it at her. Her reflexes were absolute shit, the shirt hitting her smack in the face before falling to the floor in a pile at her feet.
“Such a gentleman,” she growled, grabbing the shirt from the floor and tossing it onto the bed. Reaching behind herself, she undid the clasp of her bra and began to shrug it off her shoulders.
As tempting as it was to feast on the beauty of her soon-to-be naked body, I turned my back to her halfway expecting to have a vase come sailing across the room to collide with my skull.
ELLE
The man was impossible. When he saw me in my lingerie I saw the flicker of hunger in his eyes. And I certainly took notice of the erection he was sporting. It was a dangerous game to play with him, he could be a rapist or lunatic for all I knew, but it was the only card I had in hand.
If I was returned to California then I was as good as dead.
He didn’t understand. No one did.
What I knew could bring the elites of Hollywood down to their knees. They’d never let that happen. The fact that I was still alive at the moment was a miracle all in itself. It was a mystery I still hadn’t been able to figure out. It seemed like it would have just been easier to kill me and get it over with. What kind of game were they playing with me?
How do I convince him of the story? And even if I could convince him, what did I expect him to do about it? What could he do?
Pulling his t-shirt over my naked body I excused myself and headed to the bathroom.
Hearing my movement, he turned to face me. “Not so quick.”
“I have to pee.”
“And you can pee. Once I make sure you can’t escape from the window in there.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m naked and I won’t accomplish much without my money.”
Cocking a brow up at me, he huffed. “And…”
“And.” This man was a serious asshole. Sexy as fuck, sure. But an asshole nonetheless.
“And naked or not. Money or not. I’m not taking chances.” Brushing past me he peered into the bathroom for a moment before nodding his approval. “Go ahead.”
“Jerk.” Clenching my hand into a fist, I gave him a punch to the shoulder, the shoulder that my baseball bat had come into contact with as I walked past. The attack and his immediate groan of agony didn’t give me nearly the satisfaction I’d hoped it would.
Entering the dingy bathroom, I closed the door. There was no lock. Figures.
The only window was a small, frosted pane glass that was about eighteen inches wide and a foot tall, situated close to the ceiling, above the toilet. It was pretty small. It would be a tight squeeze, but maybe…
After relieving the pressure in my bladder and washing my hands, l looked back at the window above the toilet again.
I could fit, I decided. If I could hoist myself up, I just might be able to squeeze myself through. Thank you to years of practical starvation to maintain what Hollywood felt was the perfect female form, I just might get a chance to regain my freedom.
Looking over my shoulder, I stared at the brown door. I needed that money. I didn’t know what I’d do without it.
But it wouldn’t do me a lick of good if I was behind bars—or dead.
Decision made that I had to at least try, I lowered the toilet seat and stepped onto it. Reaching above my head, I grasped the lever at the bottom of the window to unlock it and gave it a pull. It wouldn’t budge.
“Dammit…” I grumbled under my breath as I wiped my hands on Dayton’s shirt and grasped the handle again. Taking a deep breath in, I gave it a yank with as much force as I could muster.
The handle gave way, breaking free from the window and sending me falling backward. The last thing I remembered before the darkness took over my consciousness was the sharp pain at the back of my skull as my head hit the side of the bathtub.
