"Elbows! Keep up if you want to play!" The boys raced ahead of me.
"Why can't you just slow down a bit! I can't catch up!" Just then I tripped. I knew from that moment I skinned my knees and my palms.
"Elbows!" All the boys rushed to me. Rurik was the one to start fussing over me.
"You're bleeding on your knees and hands. Max, go inside and tell Mom we need band-aids!" Max sprinted inside. "You're going to be okay. It's okay if you want to cry."
I looked at the weird boy "Why would I cry? It's just some blood." As I said this Alek and Lev start laughing. I was getting so frustrated with them. "I'll show you a little blood!" I chased the two boys with my bloody hands laughing so hard.
When my eyes opened I wanted to cry. The boys then are no longer carefree and kind. They are ruthless and cruel. I am an outsider to them. I am alone.
The door opened and I slowly sat up. I expected to see Rurik but there was Max instead. He gave me a showstopping smile and placed a tray on my lap.
"Hello! I bet you're hungry." I looks at the tray and start eating the scrambled eggs on the plate. I ignore the introduction in hopes that I won't have to talk. "So you work in an Art Museum huh?" Conversation is going to be unavoidable.
"Yeah. So you work in a Dungeon, huh?" With that comment he bursts into a jolly laughter. I couldn't help but smile. When his laughter dies he wipes his eyes.
"I guess so. Do you know what your father did for a living?" He is fishing for information. I shove a couple more bites of food in my mouth and swallow.
"My dad managed an independent grocery store when we were in Texas."
"What about when you guys lived in New York. What did he do then?"
"I'm not sure. I never went to bring your daughter to work then. He always said he was an independent contractor." His smile makes me nervous, but his gaze stirs in my abdomen.
"Interesting. You really turned out to be a beautiful woman. When we were 12, I wasn't sure. You were all elbows and knees but now..." His eyes scan my body, and I can feel my face turn red. He moved off the end of the bed and sits on the edge much closer to me. "Would it be alright if I touched your hair?" I don't say a word but I nod in response.
He lifts his hand and runs his fingers through my hair when he gets to the end, he takes a section and brings it up to his face. HE closes his eyes and smells it then he makes eye contact and he places a kiss on the hair.
"Kenna?" I look up at him in response. "I'm trying to get you out of this cell. You at least deserve an actual bedroom and some privacy when you go to the bathroom. However, I'm going to need you to tell me some information, okay?" His eyes looks to earnest like he is pleading with me.
"Okay, Max. I'll answer anything." A smile flooded his face and he leaned in closer. He takes my hand and places it on his chest.
"Can you tell me why you decided to get into the profession of museum art?" I wake a moment and think. This was not the questions I thought he was going to ask.
"I got an art history degree because I love art. I'm not the best at creating it though. I love the stories that art has." He nods but I don't think he got the answer he wanted.
"Did anyone push you to getting that degree?" Another weird question. I try to think of the answer but my thoughts are interrupted by Max leaning closer and tucking my hair behind my ear. He keeps his hand at the side of my face.
"N... No one pushed me to get my art history degree. I got that because it was something I was interested in." I paused thinking again. "Well... When I was trying to figure out what to do with it Weston pushed me to go into Art Identification."
When I finished my sentence. Max leans forward and kisses me. The kiss is slow and sensual. The longer it went on the more I wanted. Max's hands began to wander. I moaned in response and his tongue slips into my mouth. His hands continue to wander and reach my underwear. He starts playing with the hem. Begging for more I lift my hips up and in a swift motion, he pulls my underwear down. His hand reaches my clit and I moan in response. His movements are skilled and precise. Seconds later I am undone.
Max separates our kiss and our ragged breaths sync.
"Well beautiful, I got to go try to get you out of here."
"Okay." I nod and he leaves the room. What the fuck am I doing.
