Page 28 of Innocent Intentions

I get to work on my hair, cursing the lack of proper curl-drying tools, then brush my teeth like I’m preparing for battle.

By the time I’m done, I look like a completely different person.

I'm not exactly here of my own volition, but at least I’m clean and comfy.

Back in the absurdly lavish bedroom, I flop onto the bed.

My mind wanders. Who is this man? Who is Matthias Montclair? He’s obviously rich. And involved in something illegal. But he doesn’t feel like he’s in a gang. He’s too… put together.

I’ve lived in Boston my whole life. There aren’t gangs here. I laugh at the absurd thought.

Maybe Roman was in Chicago during the call. I know they have sketchy shit going on there.

My thoughts spiral until a knock on the door startles me.

The door swings open and in steps an older woman.

She’s short with gray hair and kind eyes.

My heart leaps. Surely this woman will help me.

“I’m here against my will.” I blurt out, my voice full of desperation. “Can you please call the cops?”

She smiles kindly, and my stomach drops.

“I’m sorry, honey. If Matthias has you here, it’s for a good reason.” Her voice is gentle, like her not helping me escape is for my own benefit. “He’s a good man. Very sensible. Unlike his brothers.”

I blink. “Excuse me?”

Her expression softens. “I’m just here to bring you dinner.”

That’s when I notice the tray she’s holding. And the mouthwatering smell coming from it. My traitorous stomach betrays me with an embarrassingly loud growl. I’m not one to miss a meal, and seeing as I’ve missed all three today, I can’t deny my hunger.

I debate not eating it, just out of principle, but my stomach grumbles again.

I consider the risk of the food. Realistically, what use would he have drugging me if he already has me locked up?

Zero.

And really, I don’t think this woman would be involved in anything nefarious.

“Thank you.” I mumble.

She gives me a warm smile then leaves.

I peek at the plate.

Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and vegetables. Figures he’d eat healthily.

The first bite is so good, I lose all self-control. I inhale the rest in record time. I might not be happy here, but damn it, at least I’m well-fed.

By the time I finish eating, my eyelids droop. Despite my nap, exhaustion pulls me under.

I brush my teeth again because I’m not a heathen and crawl back into bed.

Tomorrow, I’ll come up with a plan.

I will not spend another night here willingly.

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