Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 23

Bradley's POV

"Why?"

I frowned at her question, "Why what?"

She looked at me for a few seconds before talking, "Why did you bring me here?"

"You wanted to see the horse," I answered.

She rolled my eyes, "I meant, why did you kidnap me? Out of all the options you could have come up with, you choose abduction."

I thought about her question. Ashton suggested I took her away from the city for a few days, and it seemed like the best idea at the time. "To be honest, kidnapping, you seemed like the easiest thing to do. Ashton, my brother and I wanted you nowhere near the press, and we were determined to make that happen."

"Kidnapping? Really? That was your best option?"

I sighed and shrugged. "At the time, it seemed so yes.

She moved the picnic things to the edge of the blanket and lay down near me, propping her head upon her hand, watching me. "You rich people are built so differently."

I chuckled, "No, not all rich people are brave enough to kidnap a girl with as much sass as you."

She touched her kinky hair and smiled, "You've got that right." She paused and shook her head. She looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn't voice her thoughts.

I think I have an idea of what she was thinking about, though.

She probably wants to go back home to her life and her friends.

I was keeping her here.

At first, it was because of my family's company, but I'm not quite sure now.

I cleared my throat and asked, "Hungry?"

Her stomach chose to rumble at that exact moment.

I laughed, pulling the basket closer to me. I opened the basket, "Champagne?"

She nodded, "Yes, thank you." I poured the champagne into the wine glass and handed it to her. Then I shared the food.

I create sandwiches made from fresh bakery bread, smoked turkey, two kinds of cheeses. I also prepared pasta salad with fresh and marinated vegetables. Heather had stopped by this morning to give us some chocolate brownies that she made, so I added them to the basket as well.

We eat in silence for around ten minutes until Tiffany groaned, "I'm so full." She was lying on her back, looking at the sky. She drank two glasses of champagne throughout the meal.

I rested my back against the tree and watched as the two horses play nearby. I smiled and took a sip of the champagne and stretched my arms across my upraised knees, letting the wineglass dangle from my fingers.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the serenity. I can never be this relaxed in the city. New York was too crowded, too loud, too busy.

I opened my eyes and glanced at Tiffany. She had her eyes closed, and she was breathing slowly. Completely relaxed.

"You're easy to be with," I said after a while.

She stirred and opened her eyes to me. She rolled on her side and propping her head on her hand.

"Am I?" she asked unbelievingly.

I nodded, "Yea."

She frowned, "Explain."

"You're blunt. You don't pretend to like me; I know you don't. You weren't afraid to hit me either. I've never met anyone with the audacity to try these things with me, but you?" I chuckled, "You don't care. And then there is the fact that not once have you tried to blackmail me into giving you the job. You haven't asked for anything. No money, nothing."