Henry pulled her hands away. He was crouched down in front of her. The concern was easy to see on his face. “Do not let them win this, Lydia. We’re going to get out of this alive.”
He was whispering, and so she whispered back. “You don’t know that.”
“I know we’re going to get out of here alive. Now, go to the toilet before they start to test me.”
“I don’t want to go in front of you.” She was mortified at the prospect of him listening to her pee.
“Baby, I’ve heard a lot worse in my time than a piss. Come on, go to the toilet.” He helped her to her feet.
“Thank you,” she said. Her cheeks were red hot from embarrassment.
“Please, don’t worry, Lydia. Take a piss and then we’ll go out there and face them all together.”
She glanced up to see him facing the wall.
Removing the stockings she threw them in the corner, no longer wanting them on her body. She had wanted to feel sexy when Donna invited her out. Lydia hadn’t been with a man since Darren, and she wanted to connect with someone.
The last person she expected to be connecting to was Henry. A few hours ago he’d insulted her, and now she was finding him sweet.
Get a grip on yourself, Lydia.
She sat on the toilet covering her face with her hands as she relieved herself.
“Why do you work at a hotel?” Henry asked.
Dropping her hands, she stared at his back. “What?”
“I was just curious why you left Dreams, the jewelry store, when you were making good money.”
“The risk of getting robbed is a lot higher in Dreams. After Donna left because of her pregnancy and living with Caleb, I didn’t see the point in staying.” She’d been to a couple of jobs before landing the one as a receptionist in a hotel chain. The work wasn’t challenging while some of the clients were rude, disrespectful, but at least she wasn’t at risk of being terrified.
“The job sucks. I’ve seen the way some of the men treat you. You shouldn’t be working in a hotel.”
“You’re seriously talking to me about my job while we’re in this situation? We’ve been kidnapped, and you’re striking a deal about drugs. It sucks.”
“I’ve got nothing else to do with my time.”
“Why aren’t you looking for a way out?” she asked, getting off the toilet and washing her hands.
“I’ve already checked, babe. The window is locked tight, and I imagine they’ve got men on the outside who’re waiting for me to slip up.” His words didn’t fill her with any kind of comfort.
“So we’re stuck here. Is Caleb even coming to get us?”
“Caleb and Elijah are coming. I wouldn’t put you in danger.” She made to flush the toilet, but he stopped her.
“I don’t know you, and you don’t know me.”
“I know you enough, and what better time to distract you.”
“Why did you call me a whore?”
“If you don’t mean anything to me then they can’t use you against me. A whore’s a whore. There’s nothing special about you other than the fact I like to fuck you.”
“We’ve never—”
He pressed a finger against her lips. “They don’t need to know that. I’m doing this to save you.”
Nodding, she stared at her hands. She rubbed her palms together wishing for her nice warm bed, hot chocolate, and book. There was nothing more comforting than a good book to settle down to.#p#分页标题#e#
“Hey, I’m going to get us out of this.”
“Everything hurts, Henry.”
“Do you believe me?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I don’t know what I believe anymore.” The only hope she had of getting out of this alive was to trust him.
Henry cupped her cheek, gently. The bruise must look awful. She didn’t know how bad she looked as there were no mirrors in the room.
“I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you, I promise.” His fingers stroked a length down to her neck.
Her pulse raced at the smallest contact of his fingers. She licked her lips and stared into his eyes. There was no fear or panic in his depths, only lust shining back at her. Was it lust, or was she hoping to see something that wasn’t actually there?
“I’m afraid.”
“Good, being afraid is good.” His gaze dropped to her lips.
She held her breath waiting for him to do something, anything.
A bang on the door interrupted their moment. “Hurry up in there.”
Lydia withdrew from his touch, looking at Henry.
“You’re going to have to get on your knees.”