Expected in 2017
For the love of everything that was holy don’t open your eyes! she inwardly screamed at herself, praying that the crazed man cursing to himself as he continued to rummage through the room didn’t realize that she was awake.
Hoping that he was too busy to notice, she slowly turned over onto her side, absently noting that although the bed was smaller than she was used to, it was surprisingly comfortable.
Then again, should she really expect anything else from a doctor?
Besides cleanliness, she amended as she cracked open an so that she could watch as Aidan stumbled around his messy bedroom, tearing through boxes while she lay there, curled up on her side, and praying that he found whatever it was that he was looking for before he realized that she was awake and decided to “take care of her,” because she honestly wasn’t sure that she could take much more of it.
“Shit!” Aidan snapped from the bathroom where he’d moved the search.
Maybe she should make a run for it, she thought, debating the pros and cons of opening her eyes so that she could weigh the risks of trying to make it to that door before he realized that she was awake, but the terror that poured through her at the mere thought of being caught had her laying there, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, and anxiously awaiting the moment when she heard the front door click shut behind him.
“Shit!” he whispered harshly as she heard him stumble back into the bedroom, the same bedroom that he’d stashed her in last night before his reign of terror had begun.
She should have never agreed to this, she thought, desperately trying to resist the urge to crack open an eye and see what he was doing, terrified that she’d find him standing in front of her with another tray of freshly cut vegetables or holding a blanket, ready to tuck her in again. The only thing that she knew was that agreeing to stay here had been a mistake, and one that was probably going to end with her being smothered to death, which brought up another terrifying thought.
What if he was standing there, waiting to fluff her pillow again?
A shudder tore through her at the memory of waking up in the middle of the night to find him standing over her, waiting to fluff her pillow. It had honestly been one of the most horrifying experiences of her life. When she’d screamed, and really, who wouldn’t scream? he’d simply smiled, murmured something that sounded like an apology and began to fluff her pillows while she laid there, trying not to make any sudden moves.
If she made it out of here alive, and it was looking less likely by the second, she was going to learn to keep her big mouth shut. God, what the hell had she been thinking when she’d agreed to this?
In her defense, she hadn’t expected all that much from him. She figured that she’d stay here for a few nights so that she could honestly say that she’d given him a chance and when he realized that he wasn’t interested in playing nursemaid that he would happily pack her off to her parents. What she hadn’t expected was for him to embrace his new role with a smile and a psychotic break with reality.