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joking.
The giggle turned into a full blown laughing fit. She fell back against the wall, clutching her stomach as hysterical laughter overtook her. This place, these bikers, Stoner …were all making her crazy. This had to be a bad dream. A very bad dream.
Stoner crossed his arms over his chest and watched her, a scowl darkening his features. That made her laugh even harder.
Then, amazingly, his lips twitched. Those striking hazel eyes brightened with humor. And then…he chuckled. “What’s so funny?”
“What’s so funny?” She let out another giggle. “You just asked if I wanted to smoke some dope. Seriously? Do I look like a pothead to you?”
His lips compressed, the smile disappearing, his gaze direct on hers. “Don’t tell me you’ve never smoked pot before.”
Karen sobered, the laughter fading away. “No, never.”
He cocked a brow. “Surely you’ve wanted to try it, at least once? Come on, it’ll help you to relax. I’ll sit beside you, show you how to do it.”
She sputtered. “You’re kidding me. You’ll show me how to do it ? Seriously?”
He stepped closer, bending so his face was mere inches from hers. Her heart thudded against her ribs. She sucked in a breath.
“Just try it,” he whispered. “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re too high strung, Karen. You need to relax. If you want any chance of surviving this place, you need to chill out a bit, okay? Do what Viper wants, keep him happy, and you just might find a way out of here.”
She searched his gaze. He was trying to tell her something. But…what? That if she cooperated, he might help her escape? Would he do that? She had no clue. His expression remained unreadable, his eyes emotionless, keeping his true thoughts hidden. What was Stoner up to?
She puffed out a breath. “Okay,” she said at last. “Just…one little, um, whatever you call it, uh, joint.”
He stepped back. “It’s a bong, Karen, not a joint. The smoke is filtered through water before you inhale it. The water supposedly removes most of the toxins from the smoke.”
He made it sound easy, like it wasn’t so bad. Like it was safe.
“Like a humidifier?” she asked.
His lips twitched. “Sort of. You’ll see. Come on.” He snagged her hand in his and pulled her down the hallway. The warmth from his hand radiated into hers, heating her chilled fingers, making her overly aware of his presence, making her want . Him.
They entered a room two doors down and paused in the entryway. Music blared out from speakers mounted on the walls. Eighties’ rock. Karen recognized the song, but she couldn’t name the band. Marijuana smoke filled the room. Karen’s eyes watered. She coughed. She wrinkled her nose at the smell. How could anyone enjoy this?
Stoner pulled her farther into the room. “You’ll get used to it. It just takes a few minutes.”
Someone turned the music down. Karen felt eyes on her.
Trying to see through the smoky haze, she was able to make out a huge sectional couch sitting in the middle of the room. Full of people. At least eight or ten of them. Others sat in chairs around the room, passing around the bong.
She recognized the handsome Rebel seated in the middle of the group on the couch. Scar, the dog he’d rescued, lay on the floor at his feet. Rebel pointed at her.
“Look! It’s Penelope Cruz! Isn’t she hot? No, wait! That’s…that’s Eva Longoria! Oooh! Come here, baby.” He patted his lap.
Karen snorted out a laugh. She glanced at Stoner. He shrugged. “He’s stoned, Karen. He sees you, but his mind interprets you as something else.” He lowered his voice. “Though honestly, I think you’re hotter than both those actresses.”
Her heart skipped a beat. He did?
“He’s having delusions.” She pulled her hand from Stoner’s grasp. “And so are you. I don’t want to do this. I want to go to bed. If you’ll just show me where I can sleep, I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the
The giggle turned into a full blown laughing fit. She fell back against the wall, clutching her stomach as hysterical laughter overtook her. This place, these bikers, Stoner …were all making her crazy. This had to be a bad dream. A very bad dream.
Stoner crossed his arms over his chest and watched her, a scowl darkening his features. That made her laugh even harder.
Then, amazingly, his lips twitched. Those striking hazel eyes brightened with humor. And then…he chuckled. “What’s so funny?”
“What’s so funny?” She let out another giggle. “You just asked if I wanted to smoke some dope. Seriously? Do I look like a pothead to you?”
His lips compressed, the smile disappearing, his gaze direct on hers. “Don’t tell me you’ve never smoked pot before.”
Karen sobered, the laughter fading away. “No, never.”
He cocked a brow. “Surely you’ve wanted to try it, at least once? Come on, it’ll help you to relax. I’ll sit beside you, show you how to do it.”
She sputtered. “You’re kidding me. You’ll show me how to do it ? Seriously?”
He stepped closer, bending so his face was mere inches from hers. Her heart thudded against her ribs. She sucked in a breath.
“Just try it,” he whispered. “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re too high strung, Karen. You need to relax. If you want any chance of surviving this place, you need to chill out a bit, okay? Do what Viper wants, keep him happy, and you just might find a way out of here.”
She searched his gaze. He was trying to tell her something. But…what? That if she cooperated, he might help her escape? Would he do that? She had no clue. His expression remained unreadable, his eyes emotionless, keeping his true thoughts hidden. What was Stoner up to?
She puffed out a breath. “Okay,” she said at last. “Just…one little, um, whatever you call it, uh, joint.”
He stepped back. “It’s a bong, Karen, not a joint. The smoke is filtered through water before you inhale it. The water supposedly removes most of the toxins from the smoke.”
He made it sound easy, like it wasn’t so bad. Like it was safe.
“Like a humidifier?” she asked.
His lips twitched. “Sort of. You’ll see. Come on.” He snagged her hand in his and pulled her down the hallway. The warmth from his hand radiated into hers, heating her chilled fingers, making her overly aware of his presence, making her want . Him.
They entered a room two doors down and paused in the entryway. Music blared out from speakers mounted on the walls. Eighties’ rock. Karen recognized the song, but she couldn’t name the band. Marijuana smoke filled the room. Karen’s eyes watered. She coughed. She wrinkled her nose at the smell. How could anyone enjoy this?
Stoner pulled her farther into the room. “You’ll get used to it. It just takes a few minutes.”
Someone turned the music down. Karen felt eyes on her.
Trying to see through the smoky haze, she was able to make out a huge sectional couch sitting in the middle of the room. Full of people. At least eight or ten of them. Others sat in chairs around the room, passing around the bong.
She recognized the handsome Rebel seated in the middle of the group on the couch. Scar, the dog he’d rescued, lay on the floor at his feet. Rebel pointed at her.
“Look! It’s Penelope Cruz! Isn’t she hot? No, wait! That’s…that’s Eva Longoria! Oooh! Come here, baby.” He patted his lap.
Karen snorted out a laugh. She glanced at Stoner. He shrugged. “He’s stoned, Karen. He sees you, but his mind interprets you as something else.” He lowered his voice. “Though honestly, I think you’re hotter than both those actresses.”
Her heart skipped a beat. He did?
“He’s having delusions.” She pulled her hand from Stoner’s grasp. “And so are you. I don’t want to do this. I want to go to bed. If you’ll just show me where I can sleep, I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the
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