Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbia #3) - Ivy Smoak Page 0,13

not trying to make a phone call. I need to take a piss." He looked down at his pants.

Which made my eyes travel to his pants. Stop looking at his crotch. I snapped my attention back to his face. "Right. I prepared for that." I walked over to the corner where I'd stashed some things I might need. I spotted the cleaning wipes first, which were meant to clean up dribbles down his chin. No more stopping them with fingers. And then I spotted the pink bucket I used for cleaning. It was a perfect fit for my mop. But I'd definitely need a new bucket after this. I dropped it in front of his chair.

"Um." He looked at the bucket and then back up at me. "What exactly do you expect me to do with that?"

"Pee in it."

"I can't unzip my pants. And I need to...you know...aim."

Right. I shook my head. I knew that. Which was why I'd tied his hands separately. "I'm going to untie one of your hands. But if you try anything...I will tase you." I pulled out the taser I still had in my pajama pocket. "No funny business."

"Yes, ma'am."

I took a deep breath as my fingers landed on the ropes. His other hand and both his feet would still be securely attached to the metal chair. I'd still be in control. I slowly untied my perfect knot. The one I'd studied endlessly on YouTube. "There," I said when the rope slipped from his wrist. I took a quick step back from him and waited.

"I need to stand up," he said.

I kicked the bucket closer to him. "The chair isn't that heavy. You can kind of stand up in a hunched over sort of way." I demonstrated leaning over with a fake chair on my back.

For some reason it made him smile.

I quickly righted myself.

"A little privacy then?" he asked.

"Nothing I haven't seen before."

He lowered his eyebrows at me. The same way he had earlier this morning. But this time I couldn’t look away to avoid that feeling his stare gave me in the pit of my stomach. Not because I wanted to see his penis. I didn't. But because if I looked away he might try something. I couldn't let him get away. I hadn't even started questioning him yet. He owed me a confession and access to my money. He owed me at least those two things.

"As you wish." He undid his jeans and then awkwardly stood up over the bucket.

I kept my eyes glued to his face even though my gaze really wanted to wander. If I looked down I might miss something. It would only take him a few seconds to overpower me, even tied to a chair.

I heard the stream of his piss hit the plastic bucket.

"Eyes up here, sweetheart," he said.

I glared at him. My eyes hadn't moved from his face. I was practically a saint. Not when you touched his abs last night.

"I actually don't care if you take a peek. I've got nothing to hide." The words fell from his lips so smoothly. Almost seductively. Like a command to my eyeballs.

And I looked down. Not because I wanted to. He was playing voodoo mind tricks on me. And right when I saw it...my phone started to ring.

I don't know if I imagined him taking a step toward me. Or if he was just getting ready to sit back down. But he moved when I went to grab my phone. So I moved faster. I pressed down on the trigger of my taser and made perfect contact with his perfect body.

He started convulsing as he and the chair hit the floor, knocking over the bucket full of pee. The first thing I noticed was that his pants were zipped. He had moved because he was zippering his pants. Not trying to get away.

Oh my God, I tased him for no reason! And oh my God, the only bucket I had to help clean up the mess had pee in it! I stared at the puddle of pee and his writhing body. Shit. I really didn't want to have to go to the store today.

Chapter 6

Saturday

The hardware store had already been decorated for Christmas last week when I was here buying kidnapping necessities. But now there were Christmas trees for sale in addition to their huge Christmas section to the right when you walked through the sliding glass doors. There were inflatable minions and reindeer lit up with red