Nicandro pushed himself half up, and as he took in the sight of me in his bed between his crisp white sheets, his eyes got wider.
I knew I should say something, but I had frozen in place.
Nicandro sighed, and put his head back on the pillow. He murmured something in Spanish, and I thought that was the best time to clarify I didn't speak the language.
"I'm sorry, I'm English," I said quietly.
"Oh, of course," Nicandro said, running his hand through his hair. "I was wondering what happened last night. I do not remember any of it."
I smiled. "So you don’t remember me then?" I traced the muscles on his arm. "Because I certainly remember you." I didn't know where that came from, but I had a feeling he would like it.
"Who are you?" He rubbed his eyes. "You are very beautiful, but who are you?"
I chewed my bottom lip, and gave a little frown. "I’m Ciara. You really don't remember?"
Nicandro looked at me baffled, and shook his head. "Not really." He sat up, and rubbed his eyes again. Then he groaned. "I need water. And aspirin. Would you mind?"
I had no idea what effect taking a roofie had, as I had never been subjected to it, but this guy looked like he was in pain. I almost felt sorry for him.
I slid out from the sheets, and knew without looking back that he was watching my arse in my back lacy underwear. I left the room, and made my way towards the kitchen, hoping like hell I would find whatever I needed in there. I opened a few cupboards and felt Chase slide up silently beside me. He handed me an aspirin, and I filled up a glass of water to drop it into.
Chase held my arm back though and used an eye dropper to drip some liquid Ricin into the water. It didn't seem like enough in my opinion. I doubted only a few drops would kill someone. But I dropped the pill into the water to dissolve, and slowly walked back to the bedroom.
"So was it a memorable evening?" Nicandro asked me as I entered. He was sitting up against some pillows, the sheet only covering his lower half, leaving washboard abs bare. He had no other markings on his body apart from the cat.
Forcing a smile, I nodded. "Yes. It was." I winked at him and handed him the glass of medicated water.
"Good."
I watched as he drank it back in one go. "Are you all right?"
He nodded as he put the glass on his side table and picked up his phone to check his messages.
"I should probably go," I said quietly.
"What if I'm not done with you yet?"
I swallowed, trying to push my fear down. I lay back against the pillows, in a suggestive pose. "Well then, you better make it fast," I whispered. "Or I'm going to run late."
He grinned. "You'll be as late as I want you to be."
Oh boy. At the rate Nicandro was going, I wasn't going to have much of a choice. I hoped that Chase would get his backside into gear and help me out here.
As Nicandro grinned at me, I saw his jaw tense and his eyes fill with agony. He released my knickers, and pulled away, shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he muttered, clutching at his abdomen. "I don't feel so good."
I sat up as he grimaced again, and then he stood, shook his head, and ran from the room to the ensuite. He closed the door, and I could hear him trying to throw up. Now was the best time to make my exit.
I turned and saw Chase beckoning me from the doorway. "Come on," he mouthed as he crossed the room and picked up Nicandro’s glass.
"Nicandro, I think I'm going to go ..." I called out.
There was a few moments silence before I heard him groan, "Okay."
I didn't need to be told a second time. I leapt out of his bed, adjusting my underwear back into correct position before following Chase out. He helped me into my dress, and I carried my shoes.
We stepped into the elevator and I turned to Chase, about to ask him about the Ricin contamination and the glass. But Chase shook his head, and lifted his finger to his lips. I quickly shut my mouth, and turned to face the door. He slipped the glass into my handbag before we reached the ground
I knew I should say something, but I had frozen in place.
Nicandro sighed, and put his head back on the pillow. He murmured something in Spanish, and I thought that was the best time to clarify I didn't speak the language.
"I'm sorry, I'm English," I said quietly.
"Oh, of course," Nicandro said, running his hand through his hair. "I was wondering what happened last night. I do not remember any of it."
I smiled. "So you don’t remember me then?" I traced the muscles on his arm. "Because I certainly remember you." I didn't know where that came from, but I had a feeling he would like it.
"Who are you?" He rubbed his eyes. "You are very beautiful, but who are you?"
I chewed my bottom lip, and gave a little frown. "I’m Ciara. You really don't remember?"
Nicandro looked at me baffled, and shook his head. "Not really." He sat up, and rubbed his eyes again. Then he groaned. "I need water. And aspirin. Would you mind?"
I had no idea what effect taking a roofie had, as I had never been subjected to it, but this guy looked like he was in pain. I almost felt sorry for him.
I slid out from the sheets, and knew without looking back that he was watching my arse in my back lacy underwear. I left the room, and made my way towards the kitchen, hoping like hell I would find whatever I needed in there. I opened a few cupboards and felt Chase slide up silently beside me. He handed me an aspirin, and I filled up a glass of water to drop it into.
Chase held my arm back though and used an eye dropper to drip some liquid Ricin into the water. It didn't seem like enough in my opinion. I doubted only a few drops would kill someone. But I dropped the pill into the water to dissolve, and slowly walked back to the bedroom.
"So was it a memorable evening?" Nicandro asked me as I entered. He was sitting up against some pillows, the sheet only covering his lower half, leaving washboard abs bare. He had no other markings on his body apart from the cat.
Forcing a smile, I nodded. "Yes. It was." I winked at him and handed him the glass of medicated water.
"Good."
I watched as he drank it back in one go. "Are you all right?"
He nodded as he put the glass on his side table and picked up his phone to check his messages.
"I should probably go," I said quietly.
"What if I'm not done with you yet?"
I swallowed, trying to push my fear down. I lay back against the pillows, in a suggestive pose. "Well then, you better make it fast," I whispered. "Or I'm going to run late."
He grinned. "You'll be as late as I want you to be."
Oh boy. At the rate Nicandro was going, I wasn't going to have much of a choice. I hoped that Chase would get his backside into gear and help me out here.
As Nicandro grinned at me, I saw his jaw tense and his eyes fill with agony. He released my knickers, and pulled away, shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he muttered, clutching at his abdomen. "I don't feel so good."
I sat up as he grimaced again, and then he stood, shook his head, and ran from the room to the ensuite. He closed the door, and I could hear him trying to throw up. Now was the best time to make my exit.
I turned and saw Chase beckoning me from the doorway. "Come on," he mouthed as he crossed the room and picked up Nicandro’s glass.
"Nicandro, I think I'm going to go ..." I called out.
There was a few moments silence before I heard him groan, "Okay."
I didn't need to be told a second time. I leapt out of his bed, adjusting my underwear back into correct position before following Chase out. He helped me into my dress, and I carried my shoes.
We stepped into the elevator and I turned to Chase, about to ask him about the Ricin contamination and the glass. But Chase shook his head, and lifted his finger to his lips. I quickly shut my mouth, and turned to face the door. He slipped the glass into my handbag before we reached the ground
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