It was strange because he also wanted to know about her. “Are you sure you don’t have a husband?” he asked.
“I’m very sure. I haven’t been in a serious relationship for a long time.”
“How come?” he asked.
“Wow, you’re a nosy person.”
He shrugged. “We’re passing the time here, babe. You tell me shit, I tell you shit.”
She took another bite of her sandwich. “My last boyfriend decided that a woman’s place was in the kitchen and cleaning his home, and if something was out of place, he’d make me learn by using his fists.”
Bain didn’t like hearing that and watched as she stared past his shoulder, not really looking at him.
“It was a difficult time, and finally, something happened and it was the last straw.”
“What happened?”
“I don’t know you enough to tell you my life story.”
His cell phone started to ring again, and he glanced over at it.
“I think you need to get that. It could be important.”
Bain reached out and took the call.
“She works for the media? Are you fucking for real? You didn’t read the fucking security detail plans?”
Bain all but yelled down the phone. “I’ve been watching his ass for two weeks straight, and nothing was out of place.”
“I don’t give a fuck if you’d been standing by his side as part of his detail for the past six years. At Killer of Kings you always expect the unexpected, and this Scarlett woman is an extra fucking detail.”
“Don’t worry, she won’t be a problem.”
“I already know that you’ve got her, Bain. I thought you were supposed to be a professional.”
“Fuck you, bastard. You came to me, remember that.”
“I came to you because you’re damn skilled at what you do, and Viper put in a good word for you. Killer of Kings doesn’t do sloppy. Get rid of your problem and handle it.”
The call disconnected, and Bain stared at the cell phone. This was one of the reasons he didn’t do this shit for real.
“Is everything okay?” Scarlett asked.
He nodded and turned toward her. “Just a problem at work.”
Taking a seat opposite her, he stared at her.
She finished off her sandwich, and then her hands rested on her thighs. The rope was tightly wrapped around her waist, securing her to the chair.
He couldn’t trust her, and now he was tired. Bending down beside her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and began to unravel the rope.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I need a shower, and I’m not going to leave you here.” He released her bonds, and then helped her to stand up, brushing the crumbs down her body.
Taking hold of her hand, he started to move up to the next floor to his bedroom, which also had an en-suite bathroom. He grabbed a wooden chair, placed her in it and tied her up once again.
“Seriously? You’re going to take a shower while I’m here?”