Chapter 6

Mari’s POV

It feels like I’m cocooned in something. Something warm. It feels so nice. I huddle into it, soaking in all that amazing warmth.

When did my duvet get so comfortable?

My mind grinds to a halt.

When did I get to bed?

Fuck.

That’s not a blanket.

That’s—

My eyes shoot open. The first thing I see is a ceiling. A white, paneled ceiling. That’s not the ceiling in my room. The one in my room isn’t paneled, and it isn’t clean like that.

But that’s not my biggest issue right now. Is that… Is that…

My eyes fall down to my chest.

There’s a heavy arm lying there, just below my bust, wrapped around the top of my stomach. Further down, there’s a leg, a heavy leg, resting on my thighs.

And, even more impressive, is the hard, big, very naked male body pressing to my side.

I scream.

He jolts awake, his limbs slackening from heir hold on me. I quickly roll out of bed, fall to the floor, then crawl quickly to the wall.

Folding my knees to hide my body, I look at him, trembling in shock.

He’s stark naked.

Who the fuck is he and why was I in bed with him?

He rises from the bed and gets to his feet. “You’re awake,” he mutters.

What the fuck? I avert my gaze from him, far away from his nakedness. “Who…who are you?”

He groans, then reaches for a pair of pants from a chair and pulls it on. “You haven’t forgotten last night too, have you?”

Last night? Did I… Did we… I look down at myself, realising for the first time that I’m not naked. I frown. I’m wearing some flowery nightdress. Did he…

“Last night, at the club,” he continues.

Club…

Oh my God.

It’s him.

The guy who…

The guy who kidnapped me!

I look around, looking for some sort of weapon. What did he do to me while I was asleep?

He’s naked, what do you think? My subconscious points out.

I shake my head, my body starting to tremble. No. Please tell me that didn’t happen to me.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch you,” he says, as if he can hear my thoughts. “I had to lie next to you like that to help you cool down.”

Say what?

That has to be the dumbest excuse I’ve ever heard from a pervert. Help me cool down? And… Did he say he didn’t touch me? Wasn’t his naked body all over me just seconds ago?

He shrugs on a shirt. “It worked.”

He takes a step towards me and I hold my hand out. “Don’t come near me!”

He stops his advance. Then he sighs heavily. “Mari, let me explain things to you, okay?”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, where the fuck I am, and I'm sure as hell not interested in what you have to say. I need to…” oh my God! My car! Connor! I was supposed to be far away from him right now. Instead, I got kidnapped by some entitled dude who thinks it’s okay to sleep naked next to some random woman. What the fuck is wrong with some men? I shoot to my feet. “I need to get my car.”

“It’s right outside,” he tells me. “I had one of my guys bring it over. Not that you’ll be using it anymore,” he adds, “my Luna cannot be going around in such a beaten up relic.”

Did he just call my car a relic?

But before that… his what?

This guy sure has a complex.

I haven’t figured what it is yet, and I’m not gonna be around to.

I look down at my nightdress. “Where are my clothes? Where are my things?”

“Mari, listen to me—”

“If you don’t let me go this moment, I swear—”

My words die on my lips when I find myself suddenly pressed up against the wall behind me, his huge body caging me in. I didn’t see him move. Unless you want to count the blur of movement my eyes registered.

I gasp, drawing my head back to look up at him. He looks like he could be 6’3 or more, and that’s a lot on my 5’4.

If I was wearing boots right now, I’d be quaking in them.

His hand lifts to grasp my face, his fingers wrapping around the underside of my chin. His grey gaze searches my face, then lands on my eyes.

Something unexpected happens.

My core clenches.

Nooo! I scream to myself. What the fuck does my body think it’s doing? I get it, he’s hot. He looks like a fucking blond god, and the image of his naked body is still fresh in my mind. But I also have no idea who he is, and as far as I know, for all intents and purposes, he kidnapped me. So, how about not responding to him like a horny bitch in heat?

My toes curl into the carpet beneath my feet as heat travels throughout my body. I want to tell him to get off me, but I can’t seem to. Not when he’s staring at me like that, his heated glance taking away every bit of my sanity with it.

“Maybe this,” he whispers, “will explain things to you.”

Then he kisses me.