“It vibrates when the team is coming,” he explains. “Security arrives first, and if we’re in our rooms like good little boys, they simply flip a lock to keep us secure. If we’re not, then they’ll find us and lock us in our rooms themselves. When the doors open again, they’re gone, the fridge is stocked, the toilets are clean, our wardrobe is replenished, and every piece of furniture is shining. Almost like we get a do-over every month.”
“A whole new chance to not break, spill, or bleed all over the floors again, huh?”
He snorted. “Yeah.”
“Can you talk to them when they arrive?”
“We can try.” He removed the now-soaked bandage on my arm. “But ultimately, the ones in charge aren’t the ones we see. The team is just doing a job.”
He soaped up a washcloth and gently cleaned off the blood on my arm.
“And while Aydin is correct that you should stay put, because you won’t make it out of here alive,” he went on, “I wouldn’t trust that they’ll be the ones to save you when they come.”
I tensed. “Why do you say that?”
“Well, they had to have noticed you being brought here in the first place, right?”
My heart skipped a beat, and I paused, thinking.
It was safe to assume they saw me brought in or helped bring me in. He was right. If Aydin didn’t lock me in the cellar and keep me undetected like he’d threatened to do, they might not care anyway when they came in a month. They still might not rescue me.
“Like I said,” he repeated. “It’s a job.”
Well, I wasn’t going to sit here and do nothing. Someone had an agenda bringing me here, and it wasn’t Will.
I looked over at the glass again, imagining he was watching as Micah slipped the cloth inside my tank top and washed my back.
“How do they know when you’re ‘fit’ to go home?” I asked. “I mean, people have gone home since you’ve been here, right?”
“One,” he said. “But he got sent back.”
The floor creaked, and I tipped my head up, seeing Rory lean against the door frame, watching us as he ate an apple. His gaze moved between Micah and me, something loaded happening behind them.
“And I wasn’t unhappy about it,” Micah added, humor in his voice as he looked at the other man.
I glanced between them, the vibe making my blood warm.
I was pretty sure these two might just be happy staying here for the rest of their lives if they had each other.
“Would Rory mind if you helped me with my hair?” I asked Micah.
He grinned, kind of devilishly, and picked up the shampoo, pouring some into his hand.
I closed my eyes as he spread it across my hair, lathering it up, and I knew Rory was watching us as I imagined Will watching me through the glass.
I let my head fall back, and he poured water over my scalp again and again as it rinsed my hair and coursed down my body. The fabric of the white tank top chafed the hard points of my nipples.
His fingers trailed down my hair, squeezing the water out, and I almost shivered, it felt so good.
All I could feel were the eyes behind the glass on me, and I gripped the sides of the tub, liking it.
“I think I better go,” Micah finally said.
I opened my eyes to Rory still leaning against the door frame, but he’d stopped eating and stared at Micah, his gaze piercing.
“He needs me more than you do right now,” Micah joked.
My thighs hummed. Damn.