Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
His arms were folded, and he wasn’t wearing his normal business suit. Dark glasses covered his eyes, and he had this sexy smirk that made her think of things she really shouldn’t. At eighteen she was no stranger to desire. In fact, prior to her kidnapping she’d been very interested in and intrigued by sex. She just hadn’t found the right guy to explore what she wanted.
“You made it,” he said as she climbed out of the car.
“I don’t get it. This place doesn’t look like it has been used in years.”
“It’s the perfect disguise, don’t you think?”
There was no one around, and she guessed it was. “Do you come here to work out or something else?”
“I come here to train. I own it.”
“You own a useless warehouse.”
He held out his hand, and she took it without hesitation. With his other hand, he held a key, and she waited as he opened up the locks and typed in the security codes. Once they were inside, he locked the doors.
Should she be freaking out? Panicking?
Again, she felt safe. He made her that way, no one else.
He flicked the lights on, and the entire floor illuminated to showcase a huge gym.
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t like company. This is where I come for peace and quiet, and to just do what I want.”
There were a couple of running machines, weights, and lots of other stuff she couldn’t think of.
“Come on.”
She wore a pair of shorts and a large shirt that ended at her knees.
He moved her away from all of the equipment to the back, which had mirrors all around and mats.
“You train people often?”
“Nope. Told you, never brought anyone here.”
“And you own it?”
“Yep. It’s a good investment.”
She looked around again. “How is this a good investment? I don’t get it. To make money you have to sell something.”
“I do.”
“You’re an escort?”
Dwayne laughed. “Damn, you’re funny. No, I kill people, Charity. You should know that.” He stood way too close, so that she struggled to think.
“Why am I not running away?”
“Because you’ve seen me kill bad men.”
“But … shouldn’t you get taken by the cops or something?”
He winked at her. “The first rule you need to learn about the world. It’s a bad fucking place filled with shit as fuck people.” She watched as he opened his wallet and pulled out several dollar notes. They looked like hundred-dollar bills. “Men, women, even children do crazy fucking shit for this.” He screwed it up and tossed it to the floor. “That talks.”
“You sound like an asshole.”
“You’re not impressed?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Well, let’s get started. We’re going to work on surprise attacks.”
“Surprise attacks?”
“Yes. You weren’t expecting them to take you, so how about we start with that.”
She watched as he removed his sunglasses and moved toward the end of the room. He was ever so sexy to watch. She really liked his ass.
Every inch of him was rock-hard. Even his face looked ready for business. It made her wonder if he even knew how to have fun.
Do you?
Ignoring her own thoughts, she watched as he was distracted.
She couldn’t resist. Being as loud as she could, she let out a scream, watching as he suddenly spun, gun in his hand, tensed and ready. She released a giggle, not the least bit frightened about seeing him with a gun.
“What the fuck was that?” he asked.
“You said something about surprise. So, there you have it. Were you scared?”
He rolled his eyes. “What would you have done if I’d shot you?”
“You wouldn’t have.”
“How can you be so fucking sure?”
“Simple. You promised to protect me always. I believe you.”
“You should be scared when you see a gun.”
“Oh, I will. Just not with you, it would seem. Are you going to show me how to use a gun?”
“Would you like to know?” he asked.
“Yes. I think I really would. Can I buy myself a gun?”
“You’re way off from having a gun, buying a gun, until we get that mouth under control.”
“Stop worrying so much.”
“What happens when you blow your brains out?” he asked.
“That won’t happen.”
“It can and it has, so no guns to start with. Let’s just get your mouth under control. No screaming at me. It can also piss off the men so that they hurt you.”
She rolled her eyes. It was just so funny to watch him react, and it did also kind of thrill her as well. He cared enough to worry.
“Are you worried that someone is going to come in here, ruin it?”
“I’m not worried about that, but you can never be too careful in life. I’ve made a lot of enemies.”
She rubbed her hands together. “You have?”
“Yes. Now,” he moved closer to her. “I want you to attack me.”
“How does that work?” she asked.
“I want to know your strength and your weaknesses.”
“Oh.” She had to touch him. “I don’t know what to do.”