Silence. The man wasn't exactly chatty on a normal day but this was ridiculous. I fought the urge to look over my shoulder for someplace to hide.
I took a step backwards and he took one forward. This happened several times until I realized I was nearly inside the stables. Another few steps backwards and I was alone with him in the dimly lit building.
The warm scent of horses and hay washed over me.
It smelled like him. Jackson. It was one of the things I loved about him.
I scowled as he boxed me in against a post, bracing his arm above me. He slid his other hand to my hip, holding me in place.
"What do you want Jackson?"
He stared at me, his eyes on my lips. Then he smiled in that infuriatingly arrogant way of his.
"I saw you watching me."
"It's hard not to notice you and all the women drooling all over you. Do you have a schedule for them?"
He laughed at me.
"I don't want any of those women. I want you."
I snorted and tried to push past him, but he was like a brick wall.
And just as thick!
"Let me go Jackson."
He narrowed his eyes at me and stepped back.
"Fine. I just came to get you because your sister was looking for you."
"Where is she? Is she alright?"
"I'm not sure. Elle sent me to get you."
"Oh God. Why are we wasting time? Take me to her, quickly!"
He nodded and led me back towards the house.
Chapter Eighteen Jackson
It was just a little white lie, I told myself. She wouldn't be mad at the end of this. I'd make sure of that.
Even if it took all 72 hours I'd set aside.
Even if it took a week.
It had been almost too easy to get her into my trap. She'd followed me into the house and up the stairs, not even wondering why the hell her sister would be on the second floor. I almost felt guilty, seeing how upset she was.
Almost.
"In here."
She'd walked into my private bedroom suite just like that. Right where I wanted her. I closed the door and waited for her to realize she was in a spacious master bedroom and that her sister was nowhere in sight.
"Case? Where is she?"
She turned in a circle, looking around my room. She was really worried about her sister. It was time to put her out of her misery.
And start a whole different level of torture.
I turned and locked the door behind me. Then I closed the latch. Then I reached up and closed the other latch at the top of the door.
The one I had installed yesterday.
Then I hung the key over my neck.
Part one of the plan had been from Jake. Part two was from Daniel. Part three... that was all me.
I grinned.
"She's fine."
"What?!? Where is she?"
"She's enjoying the party. Where else would she be?"
"You lied to me?"
I shrugged.
"I'd say that makes us about even. You've been lying to both of us."
"Wha-what?"
I nodded, walking closer to her.
"You've been lying to yourself about wanting me."
Her knees hit the back of the bed. She was trapped, like a sexy little fox. And I was about to run her to ground.
Her eyes opened wide when I pulled out the handcuffs that I'd tucked under the blanket at the foot of the bed. They were dainty little ones, lined in silk. I snapped one over her wrist. Then I lifted her up and onto the bed before she could blink.
SNAP
Her left arm was attached to the bedpost. I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. Then I grabbed another cuff. I'd placed them strategically around the room, with extra pairs just in case.
SNAP
"What the fuck Jackson! Undo these or I will scream!"
She tried to pull her arm away that second time, but I was too fast. I grinned at her and picked up a small circular object I had ordered online. I plugged it in and set it on the floor near the door.
"Scream away. The white noise machine will mask it."
I opened the top drawer of my dresser and held up a ball gag.
"Unless you prefer this?"
Her eyes grew wide as saucers when she saw the ball gag. I could tell she had a vague idea what it was. I grinned. She was in for a whole lot of surprises before the night was over.
Angie was shaking her head no, looking frantic. I nodded, dropping it back in the drawer.
"Okay sweetheart, we can save that for later."
"You can't do this Jackson. You can't just tie me up and fuck me!"
I smiled at her, rolling my sleeves up.
"Who said anything about fucking?"
Well, that seemed to do the trick. She was utterly silent as I used a pair of scissors to cut her dress off of her. I inhaled sharply at the sight of her bare * and tits. She had come prepared, or rather, unprepared. I suspected I had my brother's girlfriends to thank for that.
"You have a dirty little mind Angelina. I'm about to see how naughty you really are. I've been planning this for a while."
SNAP
I caught her left foot and attached it to the bottom of the bed. She was frantically trying to pull her right leg away but I grabbed it easily, spreading her wide. I grinned and ran my hand over her body possessively.
"You really have no one to blame but yourself."