Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
I cannot believe he did this!
He doesn’t love me. That’s crazy.
Jerking on the cuffs only makes my wrists scream. Crap. These aren’t fake cuffs someone would use for halloween. They’re strong.
I’m sweating, my hair is sticking to my face. His stupid t-shirt is glued to my back and smelling faintly of him.
I’ve never felt this angry in my life. It’s a living thing. The blood in my veins is lava. Ready to erupt the minute I see his ugly face.
Okay. His stupidly gorgeous face.
The same ridiculously infuriating, sexy mouth that said, I love you.
I still want to punch his nose. Max Gray. He even has an annoyingly hot name.
Straining against the cuffs, I scoot to the edge of the bed where I can just barely reach the night stand. Surely there has to be something to open these stupid things.
And who keeps cuffs in their nightstand?
An uncomfortable thought hits me… did he use these for sex with his biker women?
Ick.
With a shudder, I jerk open the drawer to find lots and lots of XXL condoms, a bottle of lube. Some rope…
Silky rope, not the rough kind from the hardware store.
Lordy, I am not going to think about that rope.
I dump the drawer on the bed and rummage through the other random things there. A patch of some kind with a skull on it. A wine cork. A thing with leather tassels.
Not a damned thing to pick this lock with. And definitely no keys.
“Help!” I resort to yelling for some sane person. “Help me! I’m being held against my will.”
Was that a man’s laughter outside the door?
I strain, jerking on the cuffs again, making them clang loudly. “Let me out of here!”
“Sorry ma’am.”
“Skull locked me to the bed.”
A beat passes. “Sorry, ma’am.”
There’s definitely laughter.
“This is NOT funny!”
The quiet that follows is infuriating.
I work myself into a froth trying to get my wrist loose. “Come on!”
I’m so busy swearing and sweating I don’t hear the door open.
“Calvary to the rescue,” says a husky female voice and I nearly jump out of my skin. “Looks like you could use this.”
It’s Haley and she’s holding up a mean looking power saw.