Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,69

to wonder if that wasn’t the case.

Now that she thought back on the time she went to his house and met his parents, she wondered where all their money came from. Maybe her imagination was getting away with her, but she felt like she was in a mafia film.

The moment Libby’s wrists were free she dug her heels into the mattress and shoved herself back against the headboard. She hated that she was wearing nothing more than a tank top and shorts. Her nipples were visible through the thin material.

She pulled her knees up, caring more about covering her breasts than having Eddie see her thighs.

He set his hand on her knee, but she jerked to the left to avoid his touch.

He scowled. “Libertad, you need to listen to reason.”

She opened her eyes wide. “No, Eddie, you need to listen to reason. What the fuck is your plan here? Did you think you could have me kidnapped and then just keep me?”

He winced. “Stop saying kidnapped. That’s not at all what happened. I sent my men to pick you up because you wouldn’t respond to my texts and messages. I need you to listen to reason. If you’d just spend some time with me, you’d see that we are perfect for each other.”

“So, your plan is to hold me hostage in this…” she glanced around, trying to decipher where she might be, “…basement? For how long, Eddie? Until I agree to be your girlfriend?” He was certifiable.

He shook his head. “I’m offering far more than that, Libertad. I want you to marry me.” He smiled wide.

Oh. Holy. Shit. He was beyond certifiable. “Marry you,” she deadpanned.

“Yes. We’re a perfect alliance.”

She begged to differ.

“You’ll see in time that we make sense together. The entire community will attend our wedding. It’ll be the biggest event in years.”

She stared at him. Did he honestly believe there was a snowball’s chance in hell she would ever agree to marry him? If so, and judging by the way he was talking, she needed to keep her mouth shut and figure out a way out of this situation. There was obviously no reasoning with the man.

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Hey, I have something for you.” He snapped his fingers and rose from the bed.

She watched him walk across the room and through a door she hadn’t noticed yet that she assumed might lead to an attached bathroom. She didn’t move an inch. Instead, she remained huddled in the corner of the bed against the headboard. She looked around the room again, trying to decide if she could make it to the door before he noticed.

But he was only gone two seconds before he returned holding up a hanger with a black dress on it. “My men retrieved this from your bedroom when they picked you up. I want you to wear it for me. I just know you’ll be so very sexy in it.”

Libby winced. That “dress” had less material than her current outfit.

He waved her toward him. “Come on. I don’t have all day.”

She didn’t move. Mostly she wasn’t sure she could if she wanted to. She was scared out of her mind and fighting to pretend she was anything but. “Eddie, I’m still tired right now. Your men drugged me,” she pointed out. “I’m not sure I can even trust my legs to walk across the room yet.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re fine. Get up. You can either go change in the bathroom and maintain your modesty for another few hours until bedtime or I’ll help you out of your current clothes and put this on you myself.”

She held her breath.

“Or if you’d like, I could have my men come hold you while I cut those clothes off you and leave you naked until dinner time. Which is it?” He started walking toward the door. Were his henchmen in the fucking hallway?

“Fine,” she muttered as she slid off the far side of the bed. She shuffled toward him, snatched the silk from his hands, and rushed toward the bathroom before he could try to enter with her. The moment she was clear of the door, she shut it and locked it.

Her heart was racing. God damn it. How was she going to get out of the fucking predicament? If she didn’t come up with something fast, she was going to end up in Eddie’s bed, and the thought of his skin touching hers made her want to vomit.

She hung the fucking dress on the back of