Page 97 of Captivated By Danger

Aside from Diesel’s mind playing games, the classes that he’d enrolled me in were pretty nice and seemed like I would learn a lot in them. I knew it was only the beginning, but they also seemed pretty easy. If Diesel magically turns into prince charming and invites me to stay longer or offer to pay for the rest of my schooling, I’d stay. Of course, I could ask him for that as a gift, but there was no way that I could stay in the same city as him after he’d kicked me out of his penthouse. I’d go home with my tail between my legs before I stayed here.

“If you need to go anywhere, you can call me,” Tom said as he pulled in front of the elevator.

“Thank you.”

On the elevator, I was thinking about what I wanted to eat because I was so mad at Diesel that I didn’t even stop to get a banana like I said I would. My stomach was starting to touch my back. When the doors opened, I was getting ready to step off, but stopped when I saw Diesel leaning against the mall, looking at his phone. He leaned against the wall as if he was posing for a Jos A. Banks magazine. He wasn’t wearing his jacket and his shirt sleeves were folded to his elbow.

“Sick, little twisted perverted mind,” he spoke.

I swallowed. “Diesel.”

“I think…” he pushed himself off the wall and walked toward me slowly. “I think somewhere along the lines, Ms. Greysen, you and I got disconnected.”

He put both his hands out to stop the elevator doors just before they started to close, pushing them back open. I jumped when the metal connected. With his arms up, keeping the doors open, he towered over me. His eyes told me he was pissed off. There was a thick vein in his temple that looked to be pulsating.

“And the only way to fix disconnection is correction. Let’s go.”

He moved his hands from the door and walked away, but I stayed in the elevator, stunned, terrified, and equally turned on.

“Ms. Greysen, if those doors close…” He said over his shoulder and kept walking.

The ding of the elevator startled me like a track starter, and I swung my bag in between the doors, making them open back up. Gathering my nerves and my step, I walked out of the elevator, kicked my shoes off, and followed after him. When I turned the corner, he was turning the other corner toward the room. I used my slow steps as a deep breathing guide. Turning the second corner, Diesel leaned against the door panel, folding his sleeves up even more. I paused, staring at him with pleading eyes, the ones he loved so much. He eyed me before cocking his head to the side and smirking.

“Inside, now, Ms. Greysen,” he commanded. “You don’t want to piss me off no more than I already am right now.”

He pushed himself off the door panel and walked into the room. I tipped into the room to see him walking across the floor to the cabinet. He yanked the cabinet doors open.

“Sir,” I called out to him just above a whisper.

“Do not call my name.”

I watched as he yanked the ropes out of the cabinet.

“Diesel, if we could just talk for a second. Calm down.”

He slammed the cabinet door, making me jump. He eyed me as he walked across the room to a bigger cabinet. When he pulled the cabinet doors open, my eyes widened. There were several tools, cords, and wires lining the back wall. I cleared my throat, hoping that would calm my thumping heart.

“Ms. Greysen, you are going to learn that what I say goes or…” he paused while he scanned the wall.

“Or you’re going to kick me out?”

“No. You’re going to learn that what I say goes, or…” he turned around and smiled. “Or you’re going to have a long ass time here.”

I straightened my shoulders. He turned and grabbed several wires, draping them around his shoulders.

“What is that for?”

He didn’t respond.

“Um, don’t you need to turn the TV on? You know… my heart rate,” I stumbled over my words.

He responded with a slam of the cabinet doors.

The… the cameras?”

He continued to ignore me.

When he finally looked at me, there was a smirk on his face.

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