“How did you get to the pool?”
Confused by his question, she frowned up at him. “I walked?”
“I know that,” he said impatiently, “but I was in the kitchen, and I could see the only other entrance to the pool and you didn’t come out that way.”
“I went out the front door. I wanted to take a walk. I walked beside the house and it led back here,” she explained. She couldn’t understand why he looked angry. She hadn’t tried to leave; she had just wanted out of the house for a few minutes.
Sawyer looked up at him cautiously, wishing she had just gotten up and gone back indoors to the safety of Jordan’s company.
“Don’t go back out front again unless me or one of the other men are with you. Alec let some of the men go home while we’re on break; there’s only a skeleton staff for security.”
Again, through no fault of her own, she was confined. She had no more freedom here than she’d had on the bus.
“Why are you looking so unhappy? The other women seem happy enough to be here.”
“I’m bored. I’m sorry if I don’t find hanging out with your band entertaining,” Sawyer snapped.
“What did you do before you were kidnapped?”
“I worked; I was a waitress. I shared a small apartment with Vida.”
“To me that sounds boring.”
It was. Vida was constantly studying, and with no other friends, she had often found herself at a loose end.
“What did you do to keep yourself occupied?” Kaden questioned her perceptively.
“I cooked. Vida constantly studied, so I cooked when I became bored. I would take what I made to the homeless shelter down the street.” Sawyer didn’t realize she had let it slip that she didn’t live in one of the safest areas of Queens City.
“I see. You didn’t want to go to college with your friend?”
Sawyer shook her head regretfully. “I hated school. I was never good at it and was happy to get out of high school. I didn’t want to tie myself down to four more years of misery.”
“You’re planning on being a waitress for the rest of your life?”
“No, smartass, I don’t. When Vida graduates this semester, we had plans to travel. I was going to learn about different cuisines. I planned on going to cooking school once we decided where we were going to settle down.”
“How were you planning on supporting yourself when you went to school?” Kaden asked her.
“I took care of all the bills while Vida earned her degree. She was going to take care of expenses when I went to school. We had it all planned out.” Sawyer’s lips trembled as she thought of the many nights they had sat planning their future together.
“What if one of you met someone and decided to go your own way?”
“We wouldn’t do that to each other. We both want to travel too much.”
“You’re getting to travel now,” he reasoned.
“It isn’t the same. No one lets me cook, and when I do, Jordan gets in trouble.” Not so subtly she was letting him know she hadn’t appreciated his interference last night.
“Ms. Jordan didn’t get in trouble for your helping to cook. The guy’s were too starved for that. What I don’t want to see again is you serving anyone.”
Sawyer frowned up at him. “It’s what I do. I enjoy it. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“So it’s just my orders you don’t want to take?”
She didn’t think his twist on her words was funny.
“Let me up.” Sawyer tried to get up from the lounge chair, but Kaden—who had continued sitting by her hip—put his hand beside her opposite hip to pin her to the lounger without touching her, effectively preventing her escaping back into the house.
“Why is it that you’re always running away from me when you don’t have any trouble talking to Ax, D-mon or Sin?”
As his hand reached out, his thumb brushing her cheekbone, she jerked her face away from his touch.
“Did I give you permission to touch me?” This time it was Sawyer throwing his words back in his face.
Kaden gave a low, seductive laugh. “Did that make you angry, Sawyer? I didn’t mean to make you angry. Which do you appreciate more: something easily given, or something you have to ask for, something you crave?”
“I didn’t notice that woman sitting next to you last night asking to touch you.”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Did you see me touch her back?”
Sawyer had to admit to herself that she hadn’t seen him touch the woman back.
“Do you want to know if I fucked her last night, Sawyer?” Kaden asked, leaning down to whisper his question in her ear.
Sawyer trembled under his seductive spell. She had never been so intensely pursued by a man before. She’d had several that had flirted with her—even Rick when he had been luring her into his sick web of lies had made her feel wanted—but she had always been aware that he would forget about her five minutes after leaving the restaurant. She had eventually agreed to go out with him because he had discovered her desire to eat at one of the finer restaurants in town whose chef had recently won a prestigious cooking award.
“N—no, I don’t,Kaden. I—I don’t care who you fuck,” Sawyer lied to both of them.
“I didn’t. I believe Alana ended up in Sin’s bed after he finished with Megan.”
“How benevolent of him to share himself around,” Sawyer said, disgusted.
“I believe that’s what he thinks. I, on the other hand, have learned that quality is much more exciting than quantity, so I spent my night taking cold showers and jerking off, thinking about you.”
Sawyer’s eyes flew to his, seeing that he wasn’t joking. “S—stop it,K—Kaden.”
“Stop what, Sawyer? I haven’t laid a hand on you and I won’t until you beg. I just want to let you know, tonight when you’re in your thin gown with those nipples hard, that all you have to do is come next door to my room, and I’ll give you what you’re craving. I’ll sink my dick in your tight little pussy and ride you all night long. All you have to do is ask me nicely.”
Sawyer felt the heat build in the area he was mentioning. She almost stretched out underneath him then and there. The only thing holding her back was her anger at the way he had refused to let her contact the police and an instinct inside her that was screaming that he wanted her total capitulation, which she couldn’t give.
“I—I will never beg for you, Kaden, but if you get bored waiting for me, why don’t you hold your breath while you’re waiting.”
“That remark is going to cost you a punishment when you give in, Sawyer.” Kaden stood up. “I have some work to do, so if you’re bored, go and have fun in the kitchen if you want, but remember what I said, Sawyer. I better not catch you handing anyone a glass of water if they’re dying of thirst.” His hard gaze had her nipples tightening. She was so angry at her body’s betraying response.
“Go fuck y—yourself.” His eyes dropped to her nipples before he gave a mysterious smile.
“Why is it you only stutter when you get nervous?” He didn’t give her time to answer, walking away from the lounge chair and leaving her a hot mess.
She ran an anxious hand through her hair, trying to gather control of her body now that he had gone. One thing was for sure, her trying to stay out of his way had been an epic fail. She was going to have to come up with a better battle plan or she was going to be in trouble trying to resist a man who had enough sex appeal that a freaking nun would throw her panties at him, and Sawyer sure as hell was not a nun.
Being given free rein of the kitchen allowed Sawyer a sense of control that she hadn’t experienced since her kidnapping. Jordan helped out by making a run to the grocery store with her list. While she was gone, Sawyer threw together a light lunch that Jordan could serve them when she returned.