Willow
Alpha or Mike or whoever his real name is unfastens the blindfold, and after my eyesight has adjusted to the light in the car, I look out of the window of the limousine to realize that we are back in Seattle.
“Champagne?” He asks casually. I glare at him, and he chuckles. “Oh! The walls have gone up again. You don’t trust me.”
“I have never trusted you,” I mumble.
“But you seemed so comfortable in the penthouse, I almost thought we were friends.”
I shake my head in disbelief. I felt a little comfortable, but I couldn’t befriend my kidnapper. “You are a lunatic!”
He winces. “I’ve been called worse.”
“Really? I can’t imagine why.” I roll my eyes.
He titters. “Your coldness towards me came out of nowhere.”
“It did?”
“Yeah, ” He grins. The car stops, he gets out and
