Chapter 23
S amara
I may have found a way to escape.
After last night… I had no choice.
I needed to get the fuck away from Gregor Ivanov before he drew me in any deeper.
I couldn’t believe I had willingly sucked his cock.
I had gone down on my knees like some wanton begging at his feet.
The man truly was Dracula incarnate. An evil seductive master able to manipulate and hypnotize me into doing the most out of character things.
On my knees.
Sucking his cock.
My cheeks burned with the memory.
I don’t know what came over me. He was just there, looking sexy as hell with all those muscles and tattoos.
And in that forceful way he was kissing me with his hands on my lower back.
And then there was the way he was looking at me.
That hard steel gaze just boring into my soul, making me feel like all he wanted on this earth was to devour me.
I didn’t even grab my clothes. I just ran out of his room buck naked into my own room.
His knowing laugh haunted my dreams last night.
In our battle of wills, Gregor was winning and what was worse… he fucking knew it.
I needed to get out of here now before it was truly too late.
Rose told me he would be out of the house in meetings for much of the day before offering me a real tour of the house.
There were two things I noticed. First, there were no physical guards patrolling the house and grounds.
Second, he left the keys to the multiple cars housed in the connecting garage in an unlocked cabinet by the door.
Careful not to give my true intentions away, I quizzed Rose whether she was the only staff.
“Usually there are security guards and assistants clamoring about the place, but this wasn’t a planned trip.
Mr. Ivanov sort of popped in unannounced, so now Jim is scrambling to get the guards back from other assignments.
Those two who helped with your things yesterday couldn’t stay, unfortunately,” she clamored on as she bustled from one room to the next.
Mistaking why I asked, she then assured me I was perfectly safe by helpfully pointing out where all the security cameras were located. The unmanned security cameras.
I still had some money in my purse and my Gwen IDs.
If I borrowed one of Gregor’s cars, I could be halfway to the Canadian border before he even knew I was gone.
Hopefully, with any luck, Yelena was there waiting for me.
I had checked my phone throughout the night and there was still no word from her.
When I returned to my room, there was a large box wrapped in a thick pink ribbon on the bed.
Quickly looking to the connecting door, I assured myself it was still closed.
Tiptoeing to the door, I pressed my ear against the surface and listened.
All was quiet.
Biting my lip, I crossed back to the bed.
On top of the box was a note. I immediately recognized Gregor’s slanted handwriting.
Do me the honor of having dinner with me tonight, 7pm.
G -
I flipped the heavy cardstock over, but there was nothing on the back. He wasn’t exactly ordering me to dinner, but still…
I had half a mind to request a tray be sent to my room like last night.
After my mortifying experience with Gregor, I had been determined to once more go hungry.
Fortunately, an hour after our interlude, there was a discreet tap on my door.
When I’d opened it, there was a dinner tray resting on a small table to the side.
Poking my head out, I’d looked both ways, but the hallway had been deserted.
It was a simple meal of lemon chicken with rice and broccoli, but it tasted like heaven to me.
I was starting to get used to eating off a plate and not out of a cardboard container.
Pulling on the pink ribbon, I loosened the bow and slipped open the lid.
I pushed the cream tissue paper aside and gasped.
Just like the last time, it was another fifties-inspired vintage gown.
This one was an off-the-shoulder, A-line in a beautiful warm gold.
There were matching shoes and underthings nestled in the box under the dress.
Well… a girl did have to eat.