Page 26 of Ensnared
Closing the bathroom door, Eve paused at the folded clothes sitting on the edge of the counter. She held the sheet under her arms and picked up the clothes. It was a pair of jeans and a white button-down shirt. The jeans were new and from the dangling black embossed tag in her size miraculously enough. The bastard! Was there no detail he didn't know about her? Her mind still could hardly process the fact that this man had somehow orchestrated the sale of her house, her grandparents moving, and that stupid video escort site. Just how much power did this man hold?
Glancing around the luxurious black and white bathroom with its grand his and her closets, huge whirlpool tub, and exhibitionist walk-in shower, she mumbled a curse under her breath. The man had a lot of power it seemed. Maybe he really did own the hotel, she considered.
Shaking her thoughts from the blond, blue-eyed devil, Eve looked at the shirt and paused, glaring at the offensive fabric. It was the white button-down he had worn last night. Her head snapped up and she glared at the slightly open closet on the other side of the bathroom. Despite the darkness inside she could see rows of clothes hanging neatly inside. She considered stuffing the shirt down the toilet and grabbing a new one.
Eve turned and caught a glance of herself in the mirror. The anger on her face melted away at the sight staring back at her. Her hair was just as wild as she expected. Wavy black curls framed her face like a lion's mane. Last night her skin had glowed from the spa, perfumed and oiled. The glow was erased, and in its wake were mottled little bruises covering her neck, and breasts, and most likely lower if she had the courage to lower the sheet. Even now she could feel the ghost-like memory of Dimitri's mouth along her body whispering foreign words and punctuating them with startling bites.
Eve turned from the mirror and marched to the shower pushing down the burning pain of oncoming tears with each step. Not here, she told herself.
She refused to let herself enjoy the palatial shower; with quick movements she was washed and dressed in fifteen minutes. Or at least that is what it felt like since she had no phone or watch. Dressed in the jeans that fit her like a glove and the shirt that smelled like him every time she moved, Eve exited the bathroom and stopped. When she had left the bed, it had been a mess, now it was stripped of all its linen and a black gift bag sat on top.
Her stomach twisted in nausea. Somebody had been inside the room while she was showering. How much more could her dignity take?
Snatching the bag off the bed, she looked inside to find all of her things. Her purse, the clothes she changed out of at the spa, and even her glasses were all folded neatly inside. Picking up her glasses, her heart sank. One of the arms of her glasses came off. The memory of Dimitri pulling them off of her face and tossing them asunder played back in her mind. Looking down at the shirt she wore, she was prepared to grab it and yank it off in a fit of rage when a short knock sounded at the door.
Panicked and not sure what to say, Eve just stood there as the door slowly opened, revealing the gigantic man from last night.
"There is breakfast downstairs," he spoke, but the words were so deep it felt as if he was speaking inside her chest. "Once you are finished eating. I will have you driven back home."
Eve glared at him defiantly. "I drove here myself. I will drive myself back."And maybe even to the police.
The giant lifted one brow, the only sign of emotion on his expressionless face. "You plan to drive without glasses and car keys?" She wasn't sure if the heavy accent made the words sound taunting or not, it was hard to tell with him.
Shocked, she looked down in her bag and opened her purse. Her phone and wallet were there but her keys were gone.
Eve looked up to argue but the man spoke first. "There is a car waiting at the main hotel entrance. He will take you home and your car will be driven behind."
Even though there was no need to say it she could hear the silentend of discussionin his tone.
With little choice, she followed the hulking man down the stairs. In the daylight, the penthouse suite was even more stunning but Eve could hardly look at it. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the dining table with its plates of food at the end waiting for her. All she could think about was her lying on top of that table and Dimitri's head between her legs.
She marched past the living area directly to the door. Stepping through the door to the waiting elevator, Eve looked back and caught the hulking man's silent watchful gaze. She had no clue what he was thinking and she could not maintain eye contact with him. Blessedly, the doors closed.
Walking through the hotel felt odd. After her night with Dimitri, everything looked…different. Although she couldn't see it as she walked down the grand main hall toward the reception, she couldn't help but look in the direction of the bar she used to work at. Did he really own this place like he said? If so, based on his other actions he was no doubt the one who fired her. Her hatred for him could not grow any larger!
Eve stepped outside and squinted at the bright Nevada sun. She blinked a few times and looked around and immediately stopped at the sight of a man in a black suit and sunglasses looking her way. He was waiting for her. Should she try to run away and get a bus or a cab or something?
The man's head tilted ever so slightly and a chill ran down her spine. Did he catch onto what she was thinking?
Reluctantly, she walked over to the sleek black car he was standing next to and slipped into the car as he held the door. It took no time at all to get back home. The entire car ride she just sat staring out the window thinking about everything. There was far too much to think about.
Stepping out of the car, she paused at the same time the driver-side door opened. She didn't have her keys!
Eve turned to glare at the man just as her car pulled up behind their car. Another man wearing a suit stepped out. Did everyone in this organization wear suits? Dimitri's closet flashed in her mind. No doubt filled with high-end suits that were just as soft as this infernal shirt she couldn't wait to rip off.
The second driver didn't say anything as he tossed her keys to her driver who caught them with one hand as he rounded the car toward her carrying a white gift bag with his other hand.
He handed her the bag and the keys. "Dimitri had me get you cat food," he explained, his accent even thicker than the giant back at the hotel.
Eve stood there as both men got into the black car and drove away before going inside. Once inside, she let out all the tears she had been holding back.
Dominic walked into the tech lab, a private floor in the administration building of the hotel where Andrey and the rest of their crew worked. Filled with about fifty computers and too many monitors to count, the room was their outfit's primary work spot. Unlike other sectors of the organization, like Boston and New York, the bulk of their men weren't necessarily muscle. Here most of the enforcers working under Dimitri were academically inclined rather than muscle.
Sitting down at an empty terminal, Dominic didn't bother looking at the other men scattered around the room at various computers. They were men Andrey handled and Dominic didn't believe in doing anything to lighten the annoying man's load. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he shot off a text to Dimitri who was in a meeting with a few of the hotel managers.
Dominic:She is back at home.
Dominic suppressed a smirk at thereadicon underneath his text. He must have been waiting for his text.
