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Authors: Cristina Grenier
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get better look at where they were parked on the tarmac, the plane shifted slightly beneath her, jostling her back onto the sofa. It took perhaps ten minutes for everything to be loaded into the plane’s underbelly before the three Italians boarded, one after the other. Her head whirling with the speed with which things progressed, she tried to breathe as the blonde man snapped the seatbelt across her lap and took his own seat.
There was no wait, and no hesitation.
The moment all three men were fastened into their seats, they began to taxi; and five minutes later, they were in the air. Just like that, Grace had been taken away from everything she’d ever known – quite possibly forever. Her stomach dropped as the plane rose, and though she’d promised herself she wouldn’t cry anymore, she felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
She managed to compose herself, slowly calming her breathing until they reached cruising altitude, at which a stewardess who looked like she’d brought her uniform at a Halloween supply shop served the three men glasses of champagne. The look she shot Grace could have frozen boiling water, and so the young woman looked away hurriedly.
When she raised her gaze, the blonde had disappeared to God knew where with the stewardess, and his dark-haired, smaller companion had leaned back in his seat, his eyes shut tightly as he clenched the armrests of his chair. It appeared that he didn’t like flying.
Only her captor stayed put, only undoing his seatbelt as he sipped at his champagne, before his gaze met hers steadily. The intensity of his eyes sent heat searing through the core of her, and her breath caught. “You will remain bound for the duration of the flight. If you need to use the bathroom, someone will accompany you. I expect little trouble from you, Grace.”
“Where are we going?”
She was suddenly very tired. Tired of being on edge, tired of contemplating her own demise, and tired of the way her body reacted to a man who could obviously give two shits about her. If he wanted to punish her for asking a question, so be it. She just wanted to know something .
For a moment he merely stared at her, and she thought he might ignore her question just as he had all of the others, but then, he spoke a single word that titillated her even as it harkened back to her sense of impending doom.
“Rome.”
Then, he closed his eyes, leaning back, his body language letting her know in no uncertain terms that the conversation was over.
Chapter Four: Desire
Silence reigned for three or four hours. Grace, beyond sleep, tried to distract herself by watching the slumbering man across from her. His face was laxer, less stern when he wasn’t watching her every move like a hawk, and with him across from her, unconscious of her gaze, she could imagine what it might be like to feel the stubble over his jaw – to run her hands over a chest she was sure would be firm and unyielding beneath her fingertips.
She still hadn’t come to her senses.
She didn’t even know this man’s name and she found herself fantasizing about him whenever she had a spare moment. It would serve her right if he put a bullet in her head.
To distract herself from the notion, Grace allowed her mind to wonder to whether or not her father had even noticed she was gone. The prospect was unlikely – unless the man wanted her for something. If he hadn’t called to ask her for a favor, there was a good chance that no one was conscious of her absence.
Her boss, of course, would be the first to discover it. When she didn’t come into work on Monday, he would think less of her and be angry. Perhaps that anger would eventually develop into worry when she didn’t come back. He might call her mother, who, depending on her mood, might attempt to get the cops out and looking for her.
Or she might just burry herself in the nearest available bottle while she waited for her wayward husband to lavish her with
There was no wait, and no hesitation.
The moment all three men were fastened into their seats, they began to taxi; and five minutes later, they were in the air. Just like that, Grace had been taken away from everything she’d ever known – quite possibly forever. Her stomach dropped as the plane rose, and though she’d promised herself she wouldn’t cry anymore, she felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
She managed to compose herself, slowly calming her breathing until they reached cruising altitude, at which a stewardess who looked like she’d brought her uniform at a Halloween supply shop served the three men glasses of champagne. The look she shot Grace could have frozen boiling water, and so the young woman looked away hurriedly.
When she raised her gaze, the blonde had disappeared to God knew where with the stewardess, and his dark-haired, smaller companion had leaned back in his seat, his eyes shut tightly as he clenched the armrests of his chair. It appeared that he didn’t like flying.
Only her captor stayed put, only undoing his seatbelt as he sipped at his champagne, before his gaze met hers steadily. The intensity of his eyes sent heat searing through the core of her, and her breath caught. “You will remain bound for the duration of the flight. If you need to use the bathroom, someone will accompany you. I expect little trouble from you, Grace.”
“Where are we going?”
She was suddenly very tired. Tired of being on edge, tired of contemplating her own demise, and tired of the way her body reacted to a man who could obviously give two shits about her. If he wanted to punish her for asking a question, so be it. She just wanted to know something .
For a moment he merely stared at her, and she thought he might ignore her question just as he had all of the others, but then, he spoke a single word that titillated her even as it harkened back to her sense of impending doom.
“Rome.”
Then, he closed his eyes, leaning back, his body language letting her know in no uncertain terms that the conversation was over.
Chapter Four: Desire
Silence reigned for three or four hours. Grace, beyond sleep, tried to distract herself by watching the slumbering man across from her. His face was laxer, less stern when he wasn’t watching her every move like a hawk, and with him across from her, unconscious of her gaze, she could imagine what it might be like to feel the stubble over his jaw – to run her hands over a chest she was sure would be firm and unyielding beneath her fingertips.
She still hadn’t come to her senses.
She didn’t even know this man’s name and she found herself fantasizing about him whenever she had a spare moment. It would serve her right if he put a bullet in her head.
To distract herself from the notion, Grace allowed her mind to wonder to whether or not her father had even noticed she was gone. The prospect was unlikely – unless the man wanted her for something. If he hadn’t called to ask her for a favor, there was a good chance that no one was conscious of her absence.
Her boss, of course, would be the first to discover it. When she didn’t come into work on Monday, he would think less of her and be angry. Perhaps that anger would eventually develop into worry when she didn’t come back. He might call her mother, who, depending on her mood, might attempt to get the cops out and looking for her.
Or she might just burry herself in the nearest available bottle while she waited for her wayward husband to lavish her with
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