Captive by Tess Oliver

Author:Tess Oliver [Oliver, Tess]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sugartree Press
Published: 2018-06-17T05:00:00+00:00

16

Angie

Cool air rushes in as a door opens. I can hear footsteps going both directions, then the door swings shut. Gooseflesh rises on my arms. No one has spoken or made a sound but I sense that I'm not alone. Suddenly, I feel near to naked in my flimsy dress. Considering my lack of bra and panties, I'm as close to the definition as one can get. But it's more than that. A shiver runs through me as a feeling of not just being watched but scrutinized from head to toe washes over me.

Then a sound, the slightest movement followed by the feel of warm breath on my shoulder. "Did you enjoy the food?" His voice is smooth, clean and hard, like a shot of strong whiskey. My mind dashes back to the picture Clark handed me in his office, the picture of the possible mastermind of the Lace Underground. I try to match the voice with the striking face and blue eyes in the picture. I can remember staring at the photo, thinking the man staring back at me sure as hell didn't look like a brainy chemist who concocts pharmaceuticals.

"It was delicious. Thank you," I say, and am shocked at how politely supplicant I sound.

"I noticed you were enjoying the champagne." His smooth hard liquor sound swirls around me. I want badly to find it harsh and unpleasant, but the sound of it is too soothing, too confident, too damn seductive.

"It was delicious too," I say.

"Good, I've brought you some more."

A glass presses against my lips, and the sweet smell of champagne tickles my nose. I lean my face back and pull in my lips but not before drawing my tongue across my bottom lip to lick the tiny droplets left behind by the effervescent liquid.

"I might drip the champagne on your lips just to watch you lick it off." There should be a joking, teasing laugh with the suggestion but none follows. A serious quiet falls over the room. I shuffle my sandals around on the cement floor.

"Don't you want another drink?"

I shake my head. "I think I've had enough."

A phone beeps, startling me. "Yes, we're through here, Rowan."

"No wait," I say, realizing I have blown my only chance of getting into the Lace Underground. Every other girl found in a dumpster with her neck slit would be my fault. "I hesitated only because it made me dizzy."

"One of the side effects but that goes away after awhile."

The door opens. "Out." He orders. I hear nothing but can only assume it's Rowan. The door shuts sharply. It seems I'm alone with him again.

He moves so quietly, I don't realize he's lifted the champagne to my lips until the glass touches them. I take a few good sips before he removes the glass. Instantly, the liquid buzz goes to my head. Whatever it is, it's some powerful shit.

I hear the glass clink lightly as it's put down somewhere in the room. His movements are so stealthily quiet, I have no idea where he is.

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