Page 15 of Cold Snap
Chapter Eleven
Landry
Ican tell she’s just waiting for a chance to run. So, I give it to her. I turn and walk to the back of my apartment and then turn right back around. When I come back, she’s got a handcuff key out and in the lock.
“So much for trust, huh.” Her face comes up in a show of surprise, her mouth falling into a perfect little circle, as I step forward and pull the key out of her hand. “So that answers the question about how you got loose during the night of the bar fight.”
“Give that back!”
I dangle the little key in front of her. It’s on a thin necklace today, but I know for damn sure she didn’t have this around her neck the night I took her to the office and handcuffed her to my chair. “Where’d you have it that night? Cause I know you didn’t have it around your neck.”
“How do you know it wasn’t there?”
“Because that god damned chain that disappeared between your tits was there instead, and don’t think every man in the fucking bar didn’t know exactly what you were or weren’t wearing around your neck.”
“Oh.” She looks a little taken aback. Probably because of my word choice, since I’ve never used the word tits in front of her before.
“Thought I missed that, did you?”
She narrows her eyes, “Why does it even matter where I had it or didn’t have it? Why does it matter to you what I wear or don’t wear? And why the hell are you so concerned who I talk to or don’t talk to?”
I spin the stool around until we are almost eye to eye; she’s still a little shorter. “Why did you lie to me?”
“Why am I here?”
“Because, god damn it, I want answers.”
“Hmm, and people in hell want ice water.”
We stare each other down for several tense moments before I try another way.
“How about you talk to me…tell me what I want to know…Or I start teaching you about consequences?”
“How about you let me go, or I start making your life a living hell?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Consequences it is.”
I unlock the cuff from the chair, only to turn her and snap the other one around her free wrist behind her back.
“Land! This is some seriously fucked up shit. Kidnapping and now handcuffing! And what…! Landry! What are you doing?!”
I bend her over the chair she was just in. She struggles a little bit, but I don’t think it’s hit her yet what I have planned…until my hand lands on her cloth-covered ass cheek. Then she starts to really wiggle.
“What in the hell has gotten into you?”
“What’s gotten into me? What’s gotten into me?” I can’t say I’m not shocked by her question. She should fucking understand. “You’ve gotten into me. You sank your claws into me. Deep. Making me crazy. That’s what’s gotten into me!”
“All because I told a little lie.”
“A little lie!” Shocked again. This girl…she’s going to be the death of me. “All you did was lie to me. And I intend to find out why, god damn it! Now, talk!”
I swat her ass again, but my mind gets tripped up on the way her little ass bounces every time I hit it. Those shorts are entirely too short for her to be walking around town in.
“Why the hell are you in shorts this short?”
“Really?” She squirms around, but she’s good and truly trapped this time. I give her ass another swat.
“Really.”
