She’s still watching me, her body tense and ready to run should I try anything.

“Relax.” For what feels like the hundredth time, I add, “I’m not going to kill you.”

“Kinda hard to believe. You know…” she waves a hand between us, “with you being my kidnapper and all.”

Taking a deep breath, I decide to change the subject. “What are you watching?”

“Vampire Diaries,” she answers, her eyes still locked on me.

I walk to a couch, and only when I sit down does she begin to relax a little.

ARIANA

I’m watching Demitri like a hawk and not letting my guard down.

When he came up from the security room, he looked like hell and brimstone, ready to rip my heart out with his bare hands. The poor organ in my chest is still beating a mile a minute.

A moment later, my curiosity gets the better of me. “Why do you look so upset?”

Demitri slants his eyes in my direction. “None of your business.”

At his brisk answer, my eyebrows pop up, and I keep staring at him until he relents with a sigh. “Because I’m stuck babysitting your ass instead of doing my actual job.”

I shouldn’t care if he’s unhappy about it, but still, I go on the defense. “Don’t take it out on me. It’s not my fault.”

Demitri narrows his eyes at me, and it sends my heart speeding again. “Now is not the time to look for shit with me.”

“Like there’s ever a good time,” I mutter. I turn my attention back to the TV, but I can’t focus on the show to save my life.

My gaze snaps back to Demitri, and then I let him have a piece of my mind. “You kidnapped me. My social media accounts are going to hell, and all my hard work is down the drain. I’ve missed the appointments I had, which means zero income for me. You ruined my life. I was happy, and you just barged in and snatched me from it. Let’s not forget I know absolutely nothing about you, and you’ll probably end up killing me. This is no vacation for me. Every freaking minute I’m wondering when it will be my last. So I honestly don’t give a shit whether you’re unhappy babysitting my ass.” With a huff, I turn my eyes back to the TV.

There’s a moment’s silence following my rant, and even though I’m fearing for my life, I can’t keep the other emotions under control. Everything from apprehension to anger to attraction for the damn man keeps whirling in my chest.

Demitri takes a deep breath, then he demands, “Look at me.”

A frown forms on my forehead, and with an annoyed huff, I meet his eyes.

He leans forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, and it sends another wave of awareness through me because he looks sinfully hot right now.