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her mind. “I’m glad you realize that, Leona. I won’t have to take any drastic measures to keep you here.”
    Leona clenched her jaw but managed to keep silent, watching him angrily as he left the room. She got off the bed, heading to the shower and her head reeling with all the crying and stress. Her stomach rumbled and she wanted a big, juicy burger from McDonalds, which was obviously not an option. She just had to suck it up and pretend he was a normal man.
    She could smell chicken cooking and the sizzling sound was loud to her starved senses.
    “You must be hungry. The chicken is almost done. Help yourself,” he said coldly and Leona was amazed that a murderer would be so concerned about her state of starvation. She didn’t have the heart or the urge to turn down food, and hungrily took several pieces off the skillet, digging in.
    She sensed him watching her while she ate and she glanced up to catch him staring at her. “Are you counting my bites now?” she said angrily and he couldn’t help but grin at her. She looked so pretty and her anger was so endearing he couldn’t control himself.
    His gaze fell on her heavy breasts pressing against the sweater and he knew he had to give her something else to wear. “There’s a closet full of clothes that will fit you in my room,” he said casually and she ignored him.
    “Look, Leona,” he said after a few minutes of silence. “Just pretend I’m the man you thought I was and stop this cranky-kid act. We’ll be here for a while and it’s best if you behave.”
    “How long will I be here?” she asked quickly and Jake lowered his eyes, thinking wildly what to tell her.
    “I’m not sure. At least a week.”
    “Will you let me go? Or...” She couldn’t complete the sentence. Or will you kill me ?
    Jake’s hand landed on the side of the fridge loudly, ratting it, and Leona jumped as he vented his frustration. “Look, your father’s a freaking judge, and even if he wasn’t, I wouldn’t have let you go until I was out of this place. Just bear with me for a few days and I’ll let you go. And no, I won’t kill you,” he jeered, making Leona smile despite the situation.
    “Great. I’m glad I amuse you,” he said and then shook his head to get rid of his anger somehow. At least she was seeing the funny side of things which was good for the mood around the place. “Leona, I’m sorry. I really am. I don’t expect you to believe me but I was framed for my fiancée’s murder. I’m not going back to jail. No matter what. I’d rather die. If the police find me, there’s going to be shooting until enough of their bullets make me stop breathing, but there’s no way in hell I’m going back to that place.”
    Leona heard him and every word he said made her wince. She couldn’t deny the look of truth on his handsome face, or her sexual attraction to the man. Even though she knew he was a murderer, her attraction was not bothered, and she squirmed in her chair to try and soothe the tension in her pussy. What is wrong with me? she chided herself in her head.
    She thought she was noticeably attractive, and had a fleet of men wanting to ask her out all the time. She had denied their invitations to dates and picnics, only because she was never attracted to any of them. She had started to think there was something sexually wrong with her, until now.
    This tall, muscled, menacing-yet-adorable man was wreaking havoc on her state of mind, and she should’ve been terrified, cowering in the corner, weeping for her release. Yet here she was, seated at the kitchen counter, smiling at him and fantasizing about his large hands cupping her breasts.
    She lowered her gaze to the unfinished pieces of chicken on her plate, and could feel the heat on her cheeks. She was blushing and she hoped to God that Jake hadn’t noticed it.
    “Don’t do that please,” he said, and she jerked her face up, sensing the urgency in his voice.
    “Don’t do what?”
    “Don’t… look