Page 27 of Wanna Play A Game?

I cross my arms. “Sorry, I don’t shadow for douches,Miles. Just like when you asked me earlier.”

Miles stands up slowly and stalks to the edge of the bed. Good lord, he’s taller than the other guy. Where do they make these men?

He leans into my space, his coconut smell drifting over me. “I’d watch your tone, little shadow. My dick has a tendency to fuck people that sass me.”

I glare at his green eyes. They’re light and clear, with a hint of dark menace around the edges. I growl, “Is that the only way you can get people to fuck you?”

He chuckles, and his gaze darkens. “No, but it makes it a lot more fun.”

Miles pulls away. “Now, go to the bathroom. When you’re done, we’ll get you something to eat.”

My bladder cramps from hours of not going. I watch the man for a second. Is he actually going to let me? I move off the bed, still facing him. He looks at me like a predator watching its prey— completely still. I back away into the bathroom, step inside, and shut the door. There’s a lock, and I quickly twist it in place.

At the sound of the click, there’s a dark chuckle from outside the door.

The bathroom is luxurious, just like the rest of the house. It’s decorated in steel gray and white marble, with a large shower and a double sink.

I use the toilet and feel immediate relief. Then I drink from the sink for a long time, the water cooling and soothing me. Although, it doesn’t help the hunger cramps.

I glance at the door, then quietly check under the sinks. There’s nothing but extra rolls of toilet paper.

I jump at the sound of his voice on the other side of the door, “Nothing in there, shadow. Can’t have you making a shank out of a toothbrush.”

I glance around the sink and then check the drawers. He’s right. Not a single toothbrush. Actually, there’s nothing. No full-size towels, no plungers, no soap. Nothing.

I throw my hands in the air and lean against the sink. How do I play this game?

The first man, Sawyer, thinks I need to pay for something I did with Ryder. Miles wants to play good cop and get me to trust him. None of it makes any sense. What does he have to gain from being nice to me?

“Let’s go.” Miles’ voice makes me jump. “There’s food in the kitchen.”

I glare at the door. I do want food. The fact that he’s acting nice makes me trust him less than Sawyer.

If I play along, will I get him to relax his guard?

I take a deep breath and open the bathroom door.

Miles is standing there, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Not gonna make me kick the door down?”

“Nope.” I cross my arms. “I’m hungry.”

“Good.” He turns on his heel. “Follow me.”

I follow him out of the room. The kitchen is to the left and down the hall; to the right, it looks like more bedrooms.

Despite being dark out, the kitchen is bright, lit by lights all over the ceiling and under the cabinets. The room opens on the right to the living room, which is also lit up and full of windows. It’s also extremely quiet and still.

The crack of the fridge door makes me jump.

“Take your pick,” Miles says, watching me take in the house.

The room is too still. The back of my neck prickles. I glance back around the living room, checking the shadows.

Miles smirks and glances behind me again.

I check the hall behind me and jump. Sawyer leans against the wall, staring with a blank expression.

“Boo.”