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through Jack's drawer again, sure that she'd seen a toothbrush somewhere.
"You're brushing your teeth?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, I found one of your toothbrushes," she said, and then sighed when she found them. He must've stocked up from Costco or whatever because there were extra unopened toothbrushes inside, and she quickly opened one and reached for the toothpaste.
"Oh," Jack said. "Sorry, I didn't think about giving you one."
What was he sorry for? He was going to sell her. Not giving her a toothbrush seemed pretty low on the list of things that were insulting in comparison to that.
She started brushing her teeth, because she really did need to clean her mouth out once she realized it.
Then a thought came on to her, that same one that had been brewing as she stared at her reflection, and it built and built until, within seconds, she had a solid plan.
Despite getting kidnapped and locked into a hunter box for the night, she didn't look half bad. Her hair was now wild and all over the place, despite her attempts to tame it, but that had its own sexy sort of appeal, especially when it was as damp as it was. Her eyeliner was a little smudged from sleeping while wearing it, but her expensive brand of mascara hadn't run, even when she'd cried, and that gave her a smoky-eye sort of look she'd always tried and failed to get on her own.
She looked pretty damn good, all things considered. Jack had loved her at one time, and he'd often complimented her on her looks. He'd loved her wild red hair, the heart shape of her face and her lips, and he'd touched both every chance he got. He hadn't even minded the freckles that dotted her cheeks and shoulders.
The fact that he'd fed her, let her out of the box so it would be easier to breathe, and then brought her upstairs to use the bathroom instead of giving her a pee bucket meant he didn't completely see her as an animal. There was some sympathy inside of him for her. She could use that.
No, she was going to use that. This was her way out.
She finished brushing her teeth and rinsed her mouth with his mouthwash. She even pinched her cheeks and bit down on her lips for some added color. She thought she saw that Jack had some hair gel as well. She could use some of that to keep the wet effect in her red-orange mess on her head.
Everything had to be perfect for this to work.
Jack had taken her power away from her, but she still held a very strong power over him. Herself. She wasn't going to the labs, and she was getting out of here, no matter what she had to do to accomplish that.
She'd even seduce a man who hated her.
Chapter Eight
Jamie turned off his phone immediately after checking for messages. He wasn't ready to ditch it just yet, but it was tempting to take the SIM card out and just squash the thing so he couldn't be traced.
She must have been picked up. She didn't show up last night and she wasn’t answering his calls, or the emails he was sending to her private account. He didn't expect her to just blindly text him either. They had little codes for each other that they used in every message, to prove they were who they said they were, and that no one was coercing them into writing or saying anything.
Jamie was really hoping this was just a mistake, that her phone was lost or dead and that she was just inexplicably unable to contact him, not because of hunters, but that was so damned unlikely that he felt like yanking his hair out.
She was caught. The hunters had caught up with her and she'd probably been hauled off to a compound somewhere for study hours ago.
The thought of the collectors being rough with her, and handlers grabbing at her, taking her clothes away and pushing her every which way they wanted her to go before a scientist stuck her with needles, made it difficult for him to breathe.
He could feel his temperature rising and he could barely see or hear the people who were walking past him on the sidewalk. He needed to get away from them. He felt eyes
"You're brushing your teeth?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, I found one of your toothbrushes," she said, and then sighed when she found them. He must've stocked up from Costco or whatever because there were extra unopened toothbrushes inside, and she quickly opened one and reached for the toothpaste.
"Oh," Jack said. "Sorry, I didn't think about giving you one."
What was he sorry for? He was going to sell her. Not giving her a toothbrush seemed pretty low on the list of things that were insulting in comparison to that.
She started brushing her teeth, because she really did need to clean her mouth out once she realized it.
Then a thought came on to her, that same one that had been brewing as she stared at her reflection, and it built and built until, within seconds, she had a solid plan.
Despite getting kidnapped and locked into a hunter box for the night, she didn't look half bad. Her hair was now wild and all over the place, despite her attempts to tame it, but that had its own sexy sort of appeal, especially when it was as damp as it was. Her eyeliner was a little smudged from sleeping while wearing it, but her expensive brand of mascara hadn't run, even when she'd cried, and that gave her a smoky-eye sort of look she'd always tried and failed to get on her own.
She looked pretty damn good, all things considered. Jack had loved her at one time, and he'd often complimented her on her looks. He'd loved her wild red hair, the heart shape of her face and her lips, and he'd touched both every chance he got. He hadn't even minded the freckles that dotted her cheeks and shoulders.
The fact that he'd fed her, let her out of the box so it would be easier to breathe, and then brought her upstairs to use the bathroom instead of giving her a pee bucket meant he didn't completely see her as an animal. There was some sympathy inside of him for her. She could use that.
No, she was going to use that. This was her way out.
She finished brushing her teeth and rinsed her mouth with his mouthwash. She even pinched her cheeks and bit down on her lips for some added color. She thought she saw that Jack had some hair gel as well. She could use some of that to keep the wet effect in her red-orange mess on her head.
Everything had to be perfect for this to work.
Jack had taken her power away from her, but she still held a very strong power over him. Herself. She wasn't going to the labs, and she was getting out of here, no matter what she had to do to accomplish that.
She'd even seduce a man who hated her.
Chapter Eight
Jamie turned off his phone immediately after checking for messages. He wasn't ready to ditch it just yet, but it was tempting to take the SIM card out and just squash the thing so he couldn't be traced.
She must have been picked up. She didn't show up last night and she wasn’t answering his calls, or the emails he was sending to her private account. He didn't expect her to just blindly text him either. They had little codes for each other that they used in every message, to prove they were who they said they were, and that no one was coercing them into writing or saying anything.
Jamie was really hoping this was just a mistake, that her phone was lost or dead and that she was just inexplicably unable to contact him, not because of hunters, but that was so damned unlikely that he felt like yanking his hair out.
She was caught. The hunters had caught up with her and she'd probably been hauled off to a compound somewhere for study hours ago.
The thought of the collectors being rough with her, and handlers grabbing at her, taking her clothes away and pushing her every which way they wanted her to go before a scientist stuck her with needles, made it difficult for him to breathe.
He could feel his temperature rising and he could barely see or hear the people who were walking past him on the sidewalk. He needed to get away from them. He felt eyes
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