Page 65 of Raze
He lifts his glass expectantly. “A toast.”
“To what?”
“To finally being able to meet. I’m sorry for being so busy before today.”
Oh. That’s…weird. He jerks his glass again and I raise mine to clink his.
“So, the internship,” he begins. “There are only two spots open at my firm, but you’ll get full access to the process of various cases. You’ll have to sign an NDA, of course, to protect our clients.”
Ken continues on in a long-winded explanation of the internship, and I find myself reaching for my drink more often just to give myself something to do.
“And that’s everything. What questions do you have for me?”
The room blurs around me. I blink to bring him back into focus. “Hm?” What did he say? Questions? “Oh, um.” I grab my glass to give myself more time and realize it’s empty. How much more did I drink? Ugh, not good. I need to leave while I still have enough sense to get back to Old Red.
“Actually.” I speak the words slowly, putting all my focus on getting the right ones out. “I think you’ve given me a lot. Can we call it a night? I can call you when I know all I wanna ask.” Did that sound good? Shit, even thinking is becoming a struggle.
Ken smiles like he understands. “Of course. It is pretty late, so we can call it here. Do you need a ride?”
I shake my head and then freeze when the room spins. Nope. Don’t do that, Rae. “No, but thanks.” I carefully stand and reach into my pocket.
“I’ll get the drinks. You get home safe.”
I nod, but I’m not even looking at him. I need to call a cab and make it within walking distance of the firehouse before I can’t walk straight. “Thanks,” I mumble. I walk to the door and stand at the sidewalk, looking both ways for a taxi. They’re still out at this time of night, right?
There’s no yellow car in sight even after a few minutes pass. I should call a service at this point.
A black car pulls up at the curb in front of me. Wait. Did I already call for a car?
Ken gets out of the driver’s seat and walks around to open the back door in front of me. “Please, Rebecca. I insist. It’s no trouble.”
Maybe not for him, but I can’t get in his car with how I’m feeling. I open my mouth to refuse again when I’m shoved from behind and pushed into the backseat.
“Hey!” I cry out, then slap my hand over my mouth as my world tilts and nausea grips me. The door slams shut behind me, but I’m already sinking into pitch black.
I wake to hands groping my breasts and a tongue down my throat.
I gag.
My initial reaction is to shove whoever it is away from me, but my hands jerk in restraints behind my back.
I bite the tongue in my mouth, hard. A man shouts in front of me, and I take another slow breath, making sure I’m not actually goingto hurl before I open my eyes.
Ken’s holding his mouth and glaring down at me. I look down, and thank fuck I’m still wearing clothes. But I am tied to a chair. I check our surroundings, albeit slowly, because my head still feels like it’s filled with cotton balls, and any fast movements make my stomach clench painfully.
It looks like I’m in a kitchen-dining area of an apartment.
His place?
Ugh.
“What. Did. You. Give. Me?” My mouth is dry as fuck. The only saliva in there tastes likehim. My stomach rolls again. I gather whatever moisture is in my mouth and spit it out on the floor.
Ken either moves really fast, or my brain is still moving too slow because he’s suddenly kneeling between my legs with his hand on my throat. “Just some sleeping pills, Becky. I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon, but maybe I took too long getting everything ready.”
Ew. That nickname sounds worse than anything else he could have given me. “Not.Becca.”
“Oh, I know. You’re Raegan. But I like Becky better. You’re not the only one who can rename people to what they want.”
