Abducted for love ( Bad Boy BBW BWWM Romance)(5)By: Amanda Horton
With great care a few minutes later Claire tried sitting up again, gingerly, and when no nausea followed she relaxed a little. So she was in a strange room. There were two doors, one to her left and the other to her right. Okay, good to know there was possibly an exit. A thought entering her mind she quickly lifted the covers and saw that she was still fully clothed in her work shirt and jeans, right down to her tennis shoes. That was a good sign. Her bag was next to her on the bed. A quick search revealed that her phone was missing. Okay, not a good sign.
Suddenly the door to her right opened and Claire’s head whipped around on an instruction from her hindbrain so fast, that her thoughts were left hanging on their own. A glimpse of pink skin and black fur, a growled word and then the door shut again. But standing in the room, looking at her and smiling, was Jed.
“You?!” she managed, fear pulling anger up behind it for backup. “What the hell is going on here? Why have you brought me here? Where am I?”
Jed, his smile never wavering, raised both his hands palms out. “I mean you no harm.”
Claire sneered, “Right, you just decided it would be fun to bring me here for what…?”
“You were unconscious, we couldn’t’t leave you there” he said walking slowly around the bed. Claire swung her feet out of the covers.
“Well thanks and all, but I’m leaving.” She stood up and began to walk to the door.
But Jed got there first. He moved like lightning.
“Now, now Claire, we need to talk. I promise I won’t hurt you, but you really do need to listen to me before we do something foolish, and someone gets killed,” Jed said. “You are my guest, well mine and my brother’s. Please promise you will hear us out. You must have so many questions.” His blue eyes bore into her green ones and something inside Claire began to melt. She let her bag slide down on its strap until it hit the floor. Jed nodded.
“Good,” he said. “I’ll get us some food. You must be hungry.” Jed reaching behind his back turned the door handle and opened the door that Claire had meant to go through in her dash to freedom. It opened onto a sitting room furnished with two sofas, chairs and a table, a mini fridge and small coffee station.
“Can I offer you coffee?” Jed asked gently escorting her into the room to one of the sofas so that the window was behind her. “You Americans do love your coffee don’t you?”
“I guess,” she said sitting on the cream colored fabric and running her fingers over it. Right now she needed to touch something that was undeniably real and sturdy. Something that wouldn’t surprise her, change and suddenly be something else and in this space the sofa was it. The fabric was soft but rough, and smelled of hotel, which was to say of dust and other people’s Parfüme.
Jed busied himself at the coffee station putting a pot on to perk. “Lance is a coffee nut” he said, his back to Claire. “Sometimes I think he would never get up if he didn’t have at least one cup.”
“Where is Lance?” she asked edging along the sofa. Looking around the room, she spotted another door right in front of her. It was perilously close to where Jed was making coffee. She would never make it to the door before him, not with him moving so terribly fast.
“He is changing” Jed said not looking at her. “He took a bullet last night, so I was patching him up. He should be out in a moment.”
And the previous night came flooding back to her.
Jed turned, two cups of coffee in his hands, to find Claire pale and shaking on the couch. He moved towards her but she flinched, pulling her legs up on the sofa trying to get away from him. Tears ran down her cheeks.
“You stay away from me!” she cried.
“Claire please, let me explain” Jed said.
The door to the bedroom opened. Claire turned and saw the huge black bear standing in the doorway. Her breath caught in her throat and she tried backing away from the creature, through the sofa, until her voice came back and then she screamed and screamed.
It was a story of sadness and loss. Claire listened as Jed and occasionally Lance, spoke for hours about their past. They told her the story of how, as young children, their parents were killed and they were taken into the service of a Russian drug lord called Sergei.