Stranded With My Familiar Stranger

Chapter 4- Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs?

"Damn."

"She is reserved?"

"Boss has plans."

Their comments filled the room. They were loud and obnoxious and I hope there weren't any more of them. I also hoped they listen to their Boss and not touch me or talk to me because I feel like I'm point five seconds from curling up in a ball on the floor.

He hushed them all with just one look. I don't know. It just happened. "You can talk to her, but she's going to stay here for a while. Bother her as much as you want but no touching. Clear?"

"Yes sir." They all half shouted in unison.

Bother me as much as they want? How immature. I didn't even want to start thinking of it. Oh no.

"Make yourself at home.." He looked at me expectantly, too soft of a watch.

With my arms folded, still against the door, I started at him, in his deep brown eyes. His eyebrows could use some work.

He spoke what I refused to answer from whatever he was trying to with his eyes. "Your name?"

"Katelyn."

He surprisingly turned his body and extended his hand toward mine. I hesitated, but I took it.

He held my hand there silently for maybe ten seconds longer that a casual greeting under such odd situations called for before he spoke his name.

"Jaison."

I could see a hint of a smile on his face before he turned away. This was the most unfunny thing ever. How dare he smile at me? I should be prodding him with questions, trying to run away and find a police station. Was I even still in Manhattan?

He left me there after and I didn't know what to do.

The six at the table went back to what they were doing, then I guessed I was on my own here.

I took a few minutes to absorb the homeliness of this 'safe house'.

It surely wasn't average. I made a mental note to ask Jaison, the boss, what the profession was later and hope his answer didn't scream the suggestion of 'preying' and 'selling' and 'murdering.'

Faded blue carpeted floor, walls a homely complementing off white, were the only two basic looking things. Everything else screamed money, chandelier and wine cellar and all.

As I managed to get the mental energy to convince myself to find somewhere to sit before I faint or drop on the floor to my death, another man came out from a doorway on the other side of the room.

What now, was I on some secret set of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?

I guessed that I should stick to my own beat, try to find my way out of here and sneak my way to a police station. I forced my suffering feet forward just to be stopped again.

He was tall...very tall, wore all black and had really short, but ugly cropped hair, also black, which really brought out his paper skin. He had a moustache though, and a lacking beard, but it was there. He actually looked like he would be the boss, not Jaison...unless of course, the hierarchy of bosses was just getting started.

Attractive.

He walked right up to me, looked down at me and smiled. "Hello."

I couldn't find it in me to smile back. I felt like my sanity was being played. I felt icy.

He seemed to not care. "My name is Jack."

This was to much. I met his hand halfway and hope he didn't notice my gnashing my teeth because I was irritated because of my feet.