Pretty Hostage by Julia Sykes

Pretty Hostage by Julia Sykes

Author:Julia Sykes
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Julia Sykes


It turned out that the Alexander Technique was exactly as much bullshit as I’d initially suspected. Sofia’s professor droned on and on about how different joints in the body were connected, and if you paid attention to them, you could loosen them up to “widen” and “float.”

All I saw were weak points on the body where I could do the most damage with my fists.

Sofia watched Professor Lassiter with rapt attention, her emerald eyes wide and serious. As though he was imparting some great, secret wisdom rather than simply using a bunch of flowery words to tell her that standing straight was good for her posture.

I leaned back in the tiny chair I’d selected by the door, removed from where the group stood in a rough semicircle at the front of the room. After Sofia had introduced me as a prospective student, the professor had invited me to join them, informing me that the Alexander Technique was “beneficial for everyone’s health.”

I was certain that the skinny, middle-aged man had never been nearly as fit as I was. He was wearing a fucking turtleneck, for god’s sake.

I didn’t need some graying, mustachioed weirdo in a turtleneck telling me how to be healthy.

Everything was going fine so far, even if it was tedious and mildly stupid. While guarding Adrián, I spent a lot of time in stillness. I might be impulsive when it came to my own selfish desires, but I was also very practiced at watching and waiting while I was on the job protecting Adrián’s back.

I wasn’t actively protecting Sofia from a threat at the moment, but it wasn’t a hardship to watch her. Everything about her was delicate and dainty, and I entertained myself by appreciating each of her elegant features in detail.

I observed her wiggling her slender fingers along with her classmates, “warming up” to perform.

“Don’t think of it as a stretch,” Professor Lassiter told his students. “Think of it as extending your range.”

It took concerted effort not to roll my eyes.

As a group, they all started twisting their torsos from side to side, letting their arms dangle and sway loosely. Everyone looked utterly idiotic, except Sofia.

Her mahogany curls bounced around her face, her emerald eyes shining and her lush lips curved in a smile. She was clearly enjoying the class, so I was content enough with my stationary position by the door.

No matter how ridiculous their not-quite-stretches were.

“Okay,” Professor Lassiter announced, stilling his twisting torso. “Now, let’s slowly raise our arms and clasp our hands.”

Sofia lifted her arms gracefully, like a ballet dancer. Watching her move was hypnotic enough, but when she clasped her hands together above her head and held the pose, my perverted brain went into overdrive.

I imagined her with cuffs around her wrists, chains hanging from the ceiling to anchor her arms in place. Trapping her for my admiration and amusement. When I had my pretty hostage bound and at my mercy, would she look at me with desire? Trepidation? Trust?

Fuck, I wanted all of it.



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