Something Red

Part Nine

"It's in your blood then I guess."

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I don't know what to say or do right now, so I don't do anything. Can you blame me? I have just been kidnapped by a guy I only just met a month ago?! Right now I should be planning an elaborate escape plan but my mind is blank.

We're cruising into a different side of town, I have never been here before. I can tell its super fancy just by looking at the colors here. Why does it feel like rich people favor cool colors?

Arlo handles the steering wheel like a pro, driving us into the garage with many more expensive cars right after the gate automatically rolled open. Even after he parks the car, I remain seated, frozen and silent. He doesn't look over at me, just gets out the car and comes over to my side to open mine. Like he knows I'm paralyzed he simply leaves the door open and walks to the house. I watch him for a few minutes before I get my legs to function and carry me over to him.

He opens the door with a retina scanner and I scamper in after him, clutching my coat tight.

"You live here?"

He doesn't fail to make me feel absolutely stupid as he glances over his shoulder at me with a slight quirk to his lips.

"Occasionally."

He offers with a non-committal shrug taking his jacket off and hanging it up. The door slides shut behind me silently jolting me.

"You still haven't told me why exactly you brought me here."

I remind him as I stand awkwardly in the corner watching him undo his cuffs and loosen his tie. My eyes glide over his expensive watch as I study his hands absentmindedly. I have a thing for hands in all honesty and his are beautiful. He flexes his fingers and I'm drawn back.

"It was a whim of mine so don't think too much of it."

"A whim?"

I can't help but sound sarcastic.

He starts going up a flight of winding stairs and I find my legs propelling me up them after him.

"Yes."

"Well you don't seem like a person who does things on whims."

"You don't know me well enough to assume that, Cherry."

"Would you stop calling me that? I know what my hair looks like but that's such a random name and beside I have an actual name."

"I'm not calling you that because of your hair, darling. You smell like cherries."

I nearly bump into his broad back, stopping just a mille-meter away from him and catching a whiff of his cologne. He opens a door and goes in, the lights come on automatically. I don't go in after him, suddenly feeling polite as I wait in the doorway, watching him rummaging through a dresser of some sort.

"Um, btw, how can you tell I smell like cherries? I didn't even use a hair wash or anything that has cherries in it today."

He looks thoughtful as he pulls out a black crewneck jumper with D.S.C in red across the front from the dresser along with some grey loose cotton pajama bottoms which he hands over to me as he walks over.

"It's in your blood then I guess." He says in a tone that rolls over me in waves, I cannot explain precisely with words, as I look up into his dark eyes.

There's something about that statement that should bother me but the crooked little grin he gives right after plays it off and I scoff moving out of his way.

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