Page 61 of Stolen By the Billionaire
He pulled her to standing.
Blaze kept holding her hand, and his other hand went to her waist, tracing the ropes binding her ribs and waist. “Do you want me to remove this?”
No?
But Sarah nodded because surely she shouldn’t want to be tied up.
He stepped closer to her, a wall of a man looming just inches from her body, and his hand crept around her waist. A solid pull on the ropes behind her back jerked her. She stumbled a step back.
The corset disassembled itself from the top, the ropes loosening like he was unzipping her dress.
Slowly.
He kept freeing the ropes, which loosened around her long tee shirt.
She caught the scarlet ropes as they started to fall, the gold threads glinting in the blue light from the computer and flashes of lightning strikes outside.
Thunder rumbled.
Closer.
“Let them fall,” Blaze said.
Sarah opened her hands, and the ropes cascaded to the floor.
He was still standing right in front of her. “Did you get everything you wanted?”
No. Not at all.
Oh, he must mean the phone call to Abigail.
Sarah nodded but was still licking her lips, trying to moisten her mouth, which was too dry.
Blaze stepped back. “Let me know if you need anything else tonight. My bedroom is at the end of the hall.”
He turned and left the office, leaving Sarah alone and the ropes lying on the dark wood floor around her bare feet.
The world was spinning in both directions around her head, and grogginess fogged her mind from . . . that thing her body had done.
But Blaze—he had tied her up and then, just let her go.
Would a serial killer have let her go?
Or was it a head game to allay her fears so she would trust him, and then he would kill her?
But the podcasts and TV shows said that, once a serial killer had you in their grasp, they weren’t the patient type.
Maybe Blaze Robinson . . . wasn’t a serial killer.
Maybe he really had come back to Iowa to save her from the mafia hitmen. The guys who’d thrown her into their car and talked about killing Charlie were the bad guys, even if she and Blaze disagreed about who’d sent them.
But Blaze?
From what she could tell, it seemed that Blaze wasn't one of the bad guys.
Trusting her kidnapper seemed insane, but everything else seemed even crazier.
Sarah sank to her knees, bracing herself on her arms as she panted, trying to suck enough air into her body.
