I pause. Getting a cabin would be great. Hanging out with Kenton would be a no. But I want to end this conversation with my dad sooner rather than later.
“Sure,” I end up saying.
“Also, have you noticed anything out of the ordinary when you’re out?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re being followed.”
“No.”
“Mikey noticed a new car parked down the block.”
I stare at my dad. Mikey is one of my dad’s security guards.
“He keeps tabs on every car?” I ask, incredulous.
“He noticed it was there yesterday too.”
“Maybe one of the neighbors has a new bae visiting.”
“Maybe. Just be aware of your surroundings when you’re going out. Probably good if you stay in, especially since you’re not feeling well.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going to check with Chase to see if he’s noticed anything unusual.”
My pulse ticks up a few beats, but I’m pretty sure Chase won’t snitch on me.
“I’ll be at the office late,” my dad says.
After he leaves, I hop on my bed. Jack didn’t give me any idea when he would call back. I hope it’s soon. I’m bursting at the seams waiting around. The only part I’m a little nervous about are his friends. I don’t think Jack’s social circle would intersect with my dad’s, but that would be the only issue.
Jack wants me wet for the kidnapping. That won’t be hard. I just have to imagine all the naughty things Jack might do to me. Did he say how many friends he was bringing? Am I really doing this? I wonder what Aleisha would think of this and if it was going too far?
Hannah would probably think so, though she’s pretty dirty-minded herself. She reads as much erotica as I do. The difference is she doesn’t have the guts to actually do much. She has a low pain threshold and would fall to pieces if she broke a nail. But she’s told me one of her wet dreams involved being trapped in the locker room of the football team and having sex with the lead running back and one of the wide receivers at the same time.
How often does one get to live out their fantasy? An opportunity like this doesn’t grow on trees. I once thought about being an actor because role-playing and pretending to be someone else sounds fun. This kidnapping is going to behellafun.
Laying on my bed, I picture the hot and heavy sex Jack and I might have in the back of a car or van. Ireallywant to take out my vibrator and come. Jack will never know if I did, and I’m pretty good at lying. But I also want to follow his instructions truthfully.
I take several deep breaths to try and calm my ardor. When is he going to call, dammit?
Our housekeeper probably made dinner before she left, so I decide to wander into the kitchen to see what I can eat. There’s a lasagna in the oven. Though I’m too excited to have much of an appetite, I make myself eat just to pass the time and because I don’t want to be hungry halfway through the kidnapping.
Jack doesn’t call until it’s past ten o’clock at night. I’m not sure when my dad will be coming back, and I’d rather not be walking out the door if he’s home.
“Finally!” I say when I pick up Jack’s call.
“Put on your earbuds,” he instructs.
I do as he says. My pulse races.
“You alone?” he asks.
“Yeah. My dad’s at his office.”
“What did you tell him?”