Copyright © 2015 Katie Reus
The rest of the drive was quiet. Selene straightened as he pulled down a quiet street in an upper class neighborhood under construction. Most of the homes were half-built and that wasn’t changing anytime soon. The house he’d been staying in was a little over five thousand square feet. The previous owners had run out of money during the building phase and when the construction market crashed, this neighborhood was one of the casualties. He’d done his homework and most of the homes were bank owned now and just sitting there. The house he was in was basically done, with just a few small cosmetic finishes that needed to be completed.
“You’re squatting?” Selene asked incredulously.
He shrugged as he pulled into the garage and shut it. It was the best way to stay off the grid. Thanks to contacts he’d been able to steal electricity, water, and even Internet. He used the electricity only when necessary though, not wanting anyone to see lights and get curious about them. “Come on,” he said as he opened his door.
She followed, her feet silent against the concrete floor of the garage. There were two windows that let in enough moonlight for him to make out her graceful movements. Her pale hair seemed to almost glow against the backdrop of the windows, giving her an ethereal quality that just added to her beauty.
Something he didn’t want to be noticing. He rolled his shoulders once, trying to ease out the tension building inside him. Why the hell was he even aware of her?
There weren’t any coverings on most of the windows so the moonlight was a good enough guide as he took her through the kitchen and up a curved staircase to the master bedroom. He’d found a mattress and had the most basic needs covered so he could sleep and shower when necessary. Since there wasn’t a bed frame he couldn’t hook her to it so he headed for the bathroom with her in tow.
“What are you doing?” she demanded as he cuffed her to the rail in the walk-in shower, but she didn’t struggle.
That surprised him, but he was betting on her not wanting to throw down with him either. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He had to check all his traps to make sure no one had infiltrated the place while he’d been out. They were all small and wouldn’t alert anyone breaking in, but he’d know if they’d been triggered and that was what mattered.
Ten minutes later he was striding up the stairs—far too eager to see his captive—but froze at the top step. The sound of running water greeted his ears, making him go cold. What the hell?
Weapon drawn, he eased into the bedroom and was immediately struck by two things. The bathroom light was on and he hadn’t left it that way. And Selene had been too far away to have turned it on. The second thing made his entire body heat up with a fire he’d never imagined.
Selene’s blue dress was folded neatly and placed on the edge of the mattress.
Steam billowed out of the shower as he stepped inside. The frosted glass made it impossible to see her naked body, but he could make out her shadow.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked louder than he’d intended.
“What does it look like, dumbass? I’m tired and since I don’t know when I’m going to get another chance, I’m showering now. Do you have anything to eat here? I didn’t get to try anything at the party and I’m starving.”
He stood there, feeling like an idiot as she casually showered, as if he hadn’t taken her captive. Or clearly, she’d just let him. “How’d you get out of the cuffs?” Because contrary to what television showed, it wasn’t as easy as it looked. Currently they hung on the shower rail, mocking him.