Beautiful Heist

5. I'm Not Quiet. I'm Plotting.

I had to admit, though, no matter how uncomfortable the silk nightgown and lace underwear looked, they weren't actually too bad. All the other girls were – I hate to admit – right about one thing: If you wore clothes that were comfortable and looked great on you, you felt great, too.

Being there...it wasn't as awful as I thought it was going to be, especially when I knew it could have gone far worse. I never would have thought I would be in the comfort of a bed, or have a full stomach of food that didn't belong anywhere outside an expensive restaurant. And before it knew it, I was asleep.

***

The next morning when I woke up in soft sheets, I thought I was back in my hotel room with Amber Clarke and her friends.

When I opened my eyes, it took me a moment before I realized, staring up at the ceiling, I wasn't in my hotel room, I wasn't up at the crack of dawn just so I could have a hot shower, and I wasn't even in Paris.

No, I was in London, in a house belonging to my kidnapper's family, who all seemed a lot nicer than he was, even though I'd only really had a conversation with his sister.

Before I even made it out of bed, there was a knock on my door. It opened, revealing Elena with another tray in hand, two plates of breakfast on top.

"Are you up?" she asked, peeking into the room as she stepped inside. She smiled when she saw me sitting in bed and walked forward, kicking the door closed with her foot. She already looked ready to go for the day, dressed in black capris and a gauzy, light peach-colored top with a tank top underneath. "I brought breakfast and figured I'd eat with you. John thinks I'm doing it just to piss him off even more...which is part of the reason, I must admit."

I couldn't help but smile. She and I thought alike, apparently.

"Marta sent me up here with pretty much everything she made, just so you could pick what you want. You don't have to eat everything. She's got herself convinced John's had you for three days and hasn't even been nice enough to feed you," she grinned, setting the tray down on the bed before she kicked off her heels. "There's eggs, sausage, toast, and fruit and she also sent up orange juice and tea."

I looked over the spread on the tray and smiled at her. "Thanks," I said, reaching for one of the plates. "It smells delicious. I'm probably going to find myself eating it all like I did last night. If I gain twenty pounds in the time you guys keep me here, I'm going to blame it all on you."

Elena smiled again before moving beside me, propping herself on the pillows as she leaned back. "I practically have to work out every day just to keep my figure because of her," she said, taking a bite of her toast. "I'm going to have horrible health when I'm older, though."

I shifted slightly, crossing my legs under me before I started eating.

"So, how's life?" Elena asked randomly a few minutes later just as I was about to finish off everything on my plate, including both the orange juice and tea.

I laughed slightly at the question. "Well, considering I'm not in the same country I was yesterday...not to mention kidnapped, even though the kidnapper's sister is nice to me...it's pretty good."

"Well, that's good," she laughed, setting her plate back on the tray. "And it's not like we're keeping you tied up in the underground basement or anything, though John did say it would have been a better place for you than here."

My smile dropped as my eyes narrowed. My grip on my fork tightened as I imagined stabbing him in the...

Now he was making me into a crazy person who fantasized about killing people.