Page 83 of An Epic Voyage
“What ...ah, oh.”Van Houten slapped a hand against his mouth.
She blinked innocently.“Is something the matter?”
“I fear that bothersome stomach bug is back—excuse me.”
“Take your time,” she muttered as he dashed for the bathroom.
She jumped to her feet and picked up the glasses, tossing them out the open sliding glass doors and over the balcony railing.Thank goodness the supplies she’d stashed in her pockets weren’t confiscated.She poured more of the wine into two more goblets and retook her seat.While she waited, she glanced around again.Did she have time to search the suite?
She spun around and reached automatically for her gun, never mind that it wasn’t there, as the door burst open and Van Houten’s bodyguards came rushing inside.Drats, she wouldn’t get the chance now.They filed into the bathroom.Through the open door, Indigo heard Van Houten puking.Yuck.Better them than her.
Her neck prickled when Bruiser One, Gordon, came back out with a feral grin.
“Boss wants me to show you to the suite where you can stay until he feels better.”
She stood and followed him, keeping a respectable distance between them, down the hall to another room on the opposite side of the walkway.
He gripped the handle and turned.A warm breeze ruffled her hair from the open sliding glass doors leading to a balcony like the one in Van Houten’s suite.“Here you go.”
Her nose wrinkled from the stench of cigarette smoke as she passed him.She turned to thank him but had to shuffle backward when Gordon forced himself inside and closed the door.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Keeping you company.”
“Thanks, but I don’t need it.You can leave.”
He shook his head and stalked forward, letting his gaze travel down her body.She was wearing nothing flattering or revealing.He grabbed his crotch.“We’re going to have some fun first.”
She dropped the passive persona.“Touch me and die.”
He scoffed.“What do you think you are going to do about it?”He reached for her.
“This.”
She grabbed his arm and twisted, flipping him onto his back.He might be bigger than her, but he was overweight and stupid.
He shoved to his feet, his face beet red.“You’re going to regret that.”He charged her.She bent at the waist so his momentum carried him over her back, and he slammed to the floor again.
“You bitch!”
He scrambled to his feet and reached his right hand under his left arm.
“Looking for this?”
She held his gun with one finger.
“Give me that.”
She spun it and gripped the handle.Before she could aim it at him, he grabbed the edge of the rug and jerked.Indy went flying, as did the gun.She hit the ground on her back, and then what she assumed was two hundred and eighty pounds landed on top of her, driving the air from her lungs.
“You are a bitch.”He smashed his meaty paw into her face, snapping it violently to the side.“I’m going to take you right here on the floor.”
She could feel his arousal as she struggled to breathe.Her cheek throbbed, but she didn’t think it was broken.He gripped her shoulders, leaving her hand free.She reached into her pocket, flicked the protective covering off her comb, stabbed the sharp metal spikes into his fleshy side, and jerked upward.
“Ah!”
He released her to grip his bleeding wound.
