The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,10

height, something over six feet.

When I saw my captor for the first time, I was surprised by his appearance. I expected a monster, a disgusting middle aged man who had nothing better to do than kidnap young women. I expected him to be fat and flabby, a fiend who couldn’t get women on his own.

But Crewe could definitely get women on his own.

If I saw him on my morning walk to the coffee shop in Manhattan, I’d probably stop just to strike up a conversation with him, hoping it would lead to a date for the weekend. I didn’t have a problem being forward with men. Time was important to me, and I liked to get to the point as quickly as possible. If he wasn’t into me, that was just fine. I would find someone who was.

Crewe stood at the door of my cell, his hands sliding into the pockets of his slacks. “Morning.”

I bit my tongue just so I wouldn’t say anything. Something about his air of arrogance just made me want to defy him. It had nothing to do with the fact that he had kidnapped me from my bed and taken me to the other side of the world. Something about him immediately put me on edge and made me want to ignore his requests just to annoy him. He was the kind of man who got under my skin—but I had no idea why.

He stared at me with his handsome face, his chiseled features and pretty brown eyes. They were mocha, warm and radiant. They matched everything about him perfectly, hinting at a dark core. “Didn’t sleep well, lovely?”

I knew he called me that just to annoy me. “My day was going pretty well until you showed up.”

He chuckled, his eyes lighting up at the same time. “I thought I was being a nice guy by bringing you breakfast. Should I have brought flowers instead?”

“You should have brought cash and a passport.”

He smiled, amused by my smartass comments. “You’re smart. I guess it makes sense since you’re a doctor.”

“I’m not a doctor. I would be training to become one right now if you hadn’t kidnapped me.”

“How far along were you in school?”

I ignored the question, not wanting to chit-chat.

He slid his arms through the bars as he relaxed, probably daring me to try something. He wanted any opportunity to exert his power over me. He baited me into making attacks so he could squish me like a bug. “If you calm down, I’ll invite you upstairs. It’s a beautiful house. It’s been restored but the natural history of the castle has been preserved. You seem like someone who would appreciate it.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you’ve been living in a rat hole for a week.”

I nearly laughed at his wit.

“So, what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna play nice?”

“What does that mean, exactly?” I sat on my cot and kept my knees together so he wouldn’t see up my dress. “Because I’ll never be pleasant company.”

“That makes two of us. I just don’t want you to attack Finley or Ariel. They’re good people.”

“Who’s Ariel?”

He grinned like I said something particularly interesting. “Jealous, lovely?”

“No, idiot,” I snapped. “I’ve met Finley. I haven’t seen this Ariel person before.”

“She’s my business partner.”

“Oh.” My insides turned in anger. Another woman was in the house, knowing I was locked up down here. How could she stand aside and not give a damn? How could she call herself a woman and do nothing? I hadn’t even met the woman, and I hated her. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that. If I’m gonna make a move on anyone, it’ll be you.”

“Ooh…I hope it’s the kind of move I like.” He winked.

The fact that I thought he was charming—even for an instant—irritated me. This guy was a psychopath with a good sense of humor. That was it.

“I can settle for that.” He unlocked the door and opened it. “Grab your breakfast and eat at the table upstairs.”

I stared at the open door, unable to believe he was actually letting me out. “You’re really so naïve to think I won’t try to hurt you?”

He grinned like my words had no impact. “Lovely, I’d like to see you try.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Would you prefer Slave?” he asked. “Because that has a nice ring to it too.”

I couldn’t handle a title like that, so I shut my mouth. Lovely was much better.

“Lovely it is.” He nodded to the stairway. “After you.”

I stopped myself from rolling my