Page 24 of The Triplets and the Blonde

“What?” he asked as he grabbed my hoodie to put on me.

“For someone with sex always on the mind, you are being very respectful.” I lifted my arms so he could put my hoodie on me.

“I would love nothing more than to you fuck you senseless. Maybe one day you will ask me to. Until then, I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” He stood and helped me to my feet.

Heat rose to my cheeks. He so easily talked about fucking. I looked down so he couldn’t see my embarrassment. Images of him receiving a blow job from that woman flooded my mind. Would that be how it would be, or would he take care of my needs. Or would we take care of each others? I shook my head, it didn’t matter. It would never happen.

“Thinking about it?” He took my hand in his and walked me out of the cell. “All you have to do is ask. But I do warn you, one time may not be enough. I fear it would be more than a fling.”

I opened my mouth and all that came out was a weird strangled sound. He did not say that. More than a fling? What did that mean?Nope, it didn’t matter. The second I could, I was gone. Then this sexual attraction, or whatever it was would be gone. Soon, none of this would matter, I just needed a way out.

“Where are you two going?” Another of the trips entered the basement. From the suit and anger, I assumed it was Aiden.

“A walk. Doc said it was okay.” Derek guided me to the stairs.

“Are you kidding? Do you want her to escape again?” Aiden grabbed my arm, yanking me into him. I lost my balance and slumped into his chest. “Or worse, get hurt again.”

Derek scooped me into his arms. I could walk, I didn’t need him holding me. Damn, he smelled good. Nope, I wiggled trying to get down. “I can walk.”

He set me down. “She can barely walk. I’ll make sure nothing happens to her.”

“Fine. Anything happens to her and it’s on you.” Aiden turned back up the stairs.

By the time we got to the top of the stairs Aiden was gone. I didn’t know or care where he went. Nor was I thinking about his quip about me getting hurt. In his mind how would that be worse than me escaping. Nope, I didn’t care.

I had to concentrate on where we were going. Once I had the chance I would be gone. I would grab the bag and sell it to Carlos. Then, Vicki and I would be reunited. I knew she had made it to Mexico. She was on a beach right now, drinking cocktails and enjoying her freedom.

The exit was right at the top of the stairs. It wasn’t even locked. He opened the door while keeping his other arm around me. I was slow going, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact he appeared like the type of man to take his time with everything. I didn’t feel like I was slowing him down.

Their backyard was a masterpiece. Bushes carved into sculptures lined the yard. Each one represented a zodiac sign. A brick fountain flowed in the center. Rose bushes and vines trickled up short walls that were placed all around. Benches were placed inside mini gardens. A hot tub the size of a grocery store was in the corner, along with a pool the length of their house. My mouth fell open. People really lived like this while others slept beside dumpsters.

“Like it?” Derek guided me toward the closest bench.

“Yea, it’s beautiful and sad.” I remained standing so I could stretch out my legs.

“Why is it sad?” He scrunched up his face.

“You guys live like this while others suffer.” I searched for an exit. Their backyard was fenced in. On the far end, near the pool there was a gate. That would be how I got out of here.

“So would it be better if we lived on the streets as well?” His eyes widened. He was shocked I had insulted his way of life.

“No, but do you need all of this? No ya don’t.” I practically stomped my feet. A few of the servants were in the gardens weeding and cleaning.

“Agreed, but I will enjoy what I have. And no one will make me feel bad about that. Life is meant to be enjoyed.” He stood and grabbed my hands. “You could have all of this with me. Just give us what you stole and you can stay. You and I can be something. I know you feel it.” He brought my hands to his lips.

That was what this was all about. He wanted the bag. He didn’t want me. Someone like him could never want someone like me. Not that I had considered his offer. Well maybe for a split second. If I was someone else I could consider being with him. Shit, I had been thinking of being with all three of The Trips since I walked into their mansion.

A tug pulled at my pant leg. I looked down. A tiny puppy was chewing on my pants. I bent and scratched behind his ear. In response he licked me right across the face. I was in love. This little doggie was the cutest I had ever seen.

“I could give you the world,” Derek whispered in my ear.

I looked up to see a woman running with a collar in her hand. She must have been the one in charge of the puppy, or his owner. She wore the bumble bee uniform with pigtails so there was no way she owned this cute little guy.

As she got closer a familiarity swam over me. Maybe it was the pain medication. Or the fact that I had been laying in bed with an infection. It could have been because I was thinking about her. Whatever it was, it was odd that the woman had the same long braids and beautiful smile as Vickie. If I didn’t know she was in Mexico, I would have thought it was her.

“Hey Kira, I was hoping they would let you out soon. I have missed you.” The woman who looked exactly like Vickie wrapped her arms around me.

“Who are you?” I blinked. There was no way Vickie was here.

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