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that I’m totally nude does not escape his attention. His eyes are latched onto my breasts. I ever so slightly shift my shoulders back and forth, which allows long wet strands of air to fall forward and brush against my stomach. Some kind of shield is better than nothing.
As he closes in on me , he seems to be wrestling hard for internal control. His broad shoulders are tight, and his steps are slow and measured. He locks eyes with me. The light streaming in through the windows illuminates his vivid, clear gray eyes, teeming with heady lust. I shiver in both trepidation and unchecked arousal. There’s something about him, something so luring and potent that causes every cell in my body to cry out for his touch.
“Sit on the bed and h old your arms out to me,” he says in a rough whisper.
I hop up on the high bed and raise both my arms, uncertain where this is going. My eyes silently plead for mercy. He has a black Tiger Paw—a martial arts wristguard—clasped in one of his big hands.
He gently slips it around my injured wrist and straps the Velcro band around twice, securing it firmly in place. It’s not a proper brace or Ace bandage by any means, but it will do. Next he reaches into the pocket of his slacks, revealing a large white sterile gauze pad and a roll of surgical tape. He places the dressing over the one deep cut that is still bleeding and uses the tape to fasten it around my arm.
“The others will heal with air. ” He inclines his head slightly back toward the shower area and adds, “There’s pain medicine in the cabinet.”
I remain s ilent, not wanting to provoke him as he steps away from me. He purposefully keeps his eyes on my face, avoiding my nude body. Curious. I want to race over to the discarded towel to shield myself from this moody stranger, but I hold stock-still. My knees, which are firmly pressed together, begin to quiver from nerves.
Without a word , he turns and crosses the extensive room. I exhale a sigh of relief that he’s not going to molest me. Yet. He stops at the top of the steps, with his back to me.
His low voice shoots through the room like an arrow whizzing through a forest.
“I’m heading back to Zagreb to return the boss’ car. I will return later today. Should you try to run, the dogs will rip you to pieces. But if you were to somehow get past them, the closest building you would find is a military outpost three miles up the road. I dare you to walk into that place, wearing that provocative dress, without a male escort. You would be raped until your body was no longer warm.”
I bite down hard on my bottom lip at his morbid words. Maybe he’s bluffing? Regardless, his graphic warning is convincing. Without waiting for a response, he disappears down the steps.
I nearly collapse on the spot from the tension of the situation. Thoughts of fleeing flood my head as I race for the discarded white towel. I’ve got to find a way to turn the tables on him.
What does he want with me?
After wrapping the soft towel around my body, I turn to stare out the wide window at the misting waterfall below. For a long time I fight back the tears that threaten to spill over.
Chapter Five
Bluffing
“Y ou took care of the bitch?”
I take a deep breath, not liking how this is starting off. “Yeah, she was half dead anyway after I shot out her tire. You saw the photos of the wreck.”
Juric uncros ses his legs and leans forward. He takes a small sip of his espresso before reviewing the images of the accident for the third time.
“I would like details , please.”
Sick fucker. Good thing I’m prepared to give them to him.
In an almost bored tone I say, “She was dragged over to the Maserati, thrown in—hence the mess—and driven out of town to a remote part of the Sava River. Couldn’t chance that someone would find her body in the car.”
He watches me with deadly interest.
I continue on, “She was coming around in the car, so I reached over and snapped her
As he closes in on me , he seems to be wrestling hard for internal control. His broad shoulders are tight, and his steps are slow and measured. He locks eyes with me. The light streaming in through the windows illuminates his vivid, clear gray eyes, teeming with heady lust. I shiver in both trepidation and unchecked arousal. There’s something about him, something so luring and potent that causes every cell in my body to cry out for his touch.
“Sit on the bed and h old your arms out to me,” he says in a rough whisper.
I hop up on the high bed and raise both my arms, uncertain where this is going. My eyes silently plead for mercy. He has a black Tiger Paw—a martial arts wristguard—clasped in one of his big hands.
He gently slips it around my injured wrist and straps the Velcro band around twice, securing it firmly in place. It’s not a proper brace or Ace bandage by any means, but it will do. Next he reaches into the pocket of his slacks, revealing a large white sterile gauze pad and a roll of surgical tape. He places the dressing over the one deep cut that is still bleeding and uses the tape to fasten it around my arm.
“The others will heal with air. ” He inclines his head slightly back toward the shower area and adds, “There’s pain medicine in the cabinet.”
I remain s ilent, not wanting to provoke him as he steps away from me. He purposefully keeps his eyes on my face, avoiding my nude body. Curious. I want to race over to the discarded towel to shield myself from this moody stranger, but I hold stock-still. My knees, which are firmly pressed together, begin to quiver from nerves.
Without a word , he turns and crosses the extensive room. I exhale a sigh of relief that he’s not going to molest me. Yet. He stops at the top of the steps, with his back to me.
His low voice shoots through the room like an arrow whizzing through a forest.
“I’m heading back to Zagreb to return the boss’ car. I will return later today. Should you try to run, the dogs will rip you to pieces. But if you were to somehow get past them, the closest building you would find is a military outpost three miles up the road. I dare you to walk into that place, wearing that provocative dress, without a male escort. You would be raped until your body was no longer warm.”
I bite down hard on my bottom lip at his morbid words. Maybe he’s bluffing? Regardless, his graphic warning is convincing. Without waiting for a response, he disappears down the steps.
I nearly collapse on the spot from the tension of the situation. Thoughts of fleeing flood my head as I race for the discarded white towel. I’ve got to find a way to turn the tables on him.
What does he want with me?
After wrapping the soft towel around my body, I turn to stare out the wide window at the misting waterfall below. For a long time I fight back the tears that threaten to spill over.
Chapter Five
Bluffing
“Y ou took care of the bitch?”
I take a deep breath, not liking how this is starting off. “Yeah, she was half dead anyway after I shot out her tire. You saw the photos of the wreck.”
Juric uncros ses his legs and leans forward. He takes a small sip of his espresso before reviewing the images of the accident for the third time.
“I would like details , please.”
Sick fucker. Good thing I’m prepared to give them to him.
In an almost bored tone I say, “She was dragged over to the Maserati, thrown in—hence the mess—and driven out of town to a remote part of the Sava River. Couldn’t chance that someone would find her body in the car.”
He watches me with deadly interest.
I continue on, “She was coming around in the car, so I reached over and snapped her
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