“You look very beautiful.”
I took a bit of the chicken that was on the plate in front of me and trying to think of something to say that would catch Marcus’ interest without being too obvious.
“I thought you would like to fly tomorrow?” Marcus asked.
I gazed up baffled. Fly? Where and when? I am in! The thought of a way to escape, tomorrow, rushed through me. I tried to bury my instant excitement and to not show any emotion less he see it. I might not have to sleep with him at all, well darn.
“There is another Cuban island not far from here. I would take us there for lunch. You have been trapped on my island for some time now.”
Trapped seemed like an appropriate interpretation of my confinement here.
“Well?” he asked.
I glanced away at the door where James
