Hostage

hostage - chapter 3

Chapter 3: Bronte

                “Damn it!” I hissed as the woman ended the phone call.

                “What happened? Where’s Almira?” Mike asked turning his head left and right still scanning the area for Handel’s men.

                “The bitch is coming to meet with us. Here.” I snarled. “I have to wait for her phone call before we get to find out any real details. I mean for God’s sake! She could have at least arranged a meeting time and place, but no I can’t be trusted with that kind of information!”

                “Calm down Bro. People are starting to notice us. You never know who of these people Handel’s men are.” He said smiling briefly at anyone who dared to stare at us for too long.

                I ran a hand through my tousled red hair and decided to tie it up. As I began scraping it back I realised that Mike was staring at me. “Excuse me? Do you have something that you wish to say? You’re making me feel weird by staring at me like that.”

                “Like what?” he said as his eyes raked over me.

                “Like that you pervert!” I laughed and slapped him in the stomach as he bent over and pretended to be in deep pain.

                “How about we just go back to the room? I mean, she said that she was coming to Catalina Island to meet us which implies that she is elsewhere. It will probably take some time for her to get here; we may as well be fully rested for when she does.” Mike said smartly after he had finally admitted he wasn’t hurt.

                “Trying to get me alone in a hotel room…” I said running a hand lightly across his chest as I circled him. “You coming onto me Mike?”

                He gulped as my hand traced the planes of his chest. “No, I was thinking that we should get some sleep as we haven’t slept in the past 48 hours.”

                “I was only joking Mike!” I winked and shoved him away. “Gees you take everything so seriously.”

                “I always do when it comes to you.” He replies looking deeply into my eyes. It felt like he was looking into the very core of my soul. He was starting to make me feel nervous. I could still feel his eyes on me as I began walking towards our rental car.

                I suddenly stopped in my path and turned to look at him. “You weren’t hoping that I was serious were you?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

                “Isn’t every guy Bro?” he laughed, kissed me on the cheek and climbed into the driver’s seat of our rental car. I tried to laugh along with him, but to be honest his response had kind of offended me. He made it sound like all guys wanted me for was sex.

                Is that really what he thought of me?

                “Argh!” I groaned as I rolled onto my stomach on top of my bed. “Why is there never any good TV shows on when you need them!”

                “Shut up.” Mike mumbled and threw a pillow at me. “Go to bed!”

                “You did not just throw a pillow at me!” I said before I leapt onto him and starting hitting him with the pillow he just threw.

                “Hey!” he protested as he grabbed my arms and threw me down onto the bed. I giggled and struggled against his hold. He yanked the pillow out of my hands and threw it across the room before he started tickling me like crazy.