Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

TWENTY

The warehouse was owned by a shop I had never heard of before. Following 'Tom' as he made his way cautiously around the warehouse, I had no idea what he was doing until he lifted his hand into his dog "stay" position at me. When I stopped moving, he nodded, then took a running leap at the warehouse to a window I hadn't even seen... was he breaking in?

Blinking as he pushed the window and it opened – how had he known it would open? Had it already been part open? How had he known? – he levered himself up further, and I had to look away quick else I would have seen up his fur shorts, a sight I did not want to see while he was breaking and entering.

I don't know how long I had to stand there before he reappeared out the window–

I stared as he fell to the ground with a bag and had to double check that it was him. But his cat like eyes and sharp features said that yes, it was him. But he was dressed like a modern man, his jeans moulding to him and trainers... no he wasn't wearing a shirt, but then I wasn't going to push him on it.

"Modernity suits you," I said trying to sound easy, but he had managed to make himself look hotter by wearing jeans rather than fur shorts.

He cocked a brow at my words before he noticed my look then just looked smug. Glaring at his smug look, I snatched the clothes he was holding out to me, and stalked off, leaving him to follow as I headed for the nearest tree line.

On reaching it, I saw that he had grabbed me black lacy underwear and a matching bra – typical male, I groaned. Stripping, I put on fresh underwear, and although I was filthy, I didn't feel quiet as mucky now. Pulling on the dark jeans – I was shocked that they were the right size, and socks and shoes, I then looked at the shirt he had grabbed for me to see that it was more of a grey tank top than a shirt and put it on. They were fresh clothes, I wasn't going to complain, especially considering I could not get into the warehouse to pick out clothes myself.

Reappearing around the corner, my grumpy mood at the clothes he'd picked considering I didn't know when I would be able to get fresh clothes again, vanished as I saw him holding out a bottle of water and a pre-made sandwich and apple. Grabbing the water, I gulped it down like a girl dying of thirst, and watched as he did the same with another bottle. Then we both moved onto a sandwich each. Generally I wasn't a fan of eating prawns, but right now, I couldn't have cared less. I was suddenly so starving that I would have eaten an entire cow, had I the chance.

It was only as I started on the apple that I noticed that something was off. Picking up the sandwich wrapper, I saw that the writing wasn't in English – and I was suddenly so glad for secondary school teaching me this – but in French.

"We're in France," I stated.

'Tom' paused as I said that, looking at the packaging as well. So when he only shrugged, I glared at him.

"England is across the channel, and we need money to get there. So unless you've got magic money like your magic gun, we're stuck in France."

Watching as he stood with a frown in my direction, he packed the bags and started walking. I blinked after him, fear making me wanting to hurl everything I had just scoffed. "Hey, wait! Wait for me!"