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The Wolf glanced at the clock on his desk. “I can spare an hour at four o’clock.”
“I’ll go start arranging things,” Jordan said, turning away. He could work with the team and make any necessary adjustments while Trish napped and then join her for dinner in his room. Perhaps see if Trix had any special desserts he could spoil his girl with. After all, she deserved it.
10
After Trish woke up and found herself alone, she started watching the vidscreen again but avoided the internal channel. As she watched, lying on her side, she couldn’t help but reach back and brush her fingers over the sore, slightly swollen wrinkles of her anus. Just to see how it felt. The skin there was very sensitive, but otherwise felt normal, which was a relief.
When Jordan came in with dinner, she wasn’t sure how she felt.
Part of her was relieved she wouldn’t have to face Alex and Bella or anyone else in the Compound. Another part of her was nervous about being alone with Jordan for a meal. There was something intimate about eating alone together, especially since it created a visceral choice between talking with her captor or sitting in silence. And Jordan seemed to want her to talk.
Not that he conversed with her, exactly. He just asked questions about her life on the Moon and at school, and if there was anything she missed. Other than her classes, Trish realized there wasn’t much, which was a depressing thought. Was that really the sum total of meaning in her life? Her classes? Because they were interesting?
Maybe that was why the thought of escaping was coming up in her head less and less often—what did she really have to escape backto?
Loneliness?
Isolation?
Being shunted to the side by people who thought she was unimportant and beneath them?
Talking about her past was starting to make her depressed, so Trish decided to try to turn the tables. After all, Jordan had never been mad when she’d asked questions, and he usually answered them, even if she’d never asked abouthim,specifically, before.
“What about you?” she asked daringly. Jordan looked up at her, raising one blond eyebrow, but he didn’t scold her for asking the question. It seemed more like he was trying to ascertain exactly what she was asking. “Did you go to a university?”
“No.” He didn’t seem bothered by the question, and Trish took a bit of reassurance from that, which emboldened her further.
“Did you want to?”
Jordan shrugged, uncaring. “It wasn’t an option, so it didn’t matter.”
“Why wasn’t it an option?” Although his answers didn’t offer up much information, she didn’t feel like he was purposefully holding back. After all, she’d already noticed he wasn’t exactly talkative, ever, with anyone. That he was answering her questions at all, considering they were far more personal than any she’d ever attempted, surprised her.
“No money.”
She didn’t bother to try to hide her surprise. His lips twitched, suppressing a smile.
“You have money now,” she said.
There was exasperation on his face at being forced to use so many words, but he seemed to understand that she truly wanted to know. Trish was still trying to figure out what made him tick; what caused him to be the way he was. How could he be so brutal but so caring? If she could understand him better, maybe she could convince him to let her go. At this point, it was as good of an escape plan as any.
“I made money when the Wolf took over for the old boss,” he explained with that touch of resigned exasperation. “I was the Wolf’s second from the beginning. I didn’t need anything else after that.”
When the Wolf had taken over, Jordan had gained a position, a livelihood, but it was a little scary to know he’d been by the Wolf’s side from the very beginning.
The rise of the crime lords and warlords on Earth after the rich and powerful had moved to the Moon had been bloody and brutal before things had finally settled down, although the Moon didn’t bother to go into details while educating its citizens about the Earth’s recent history. Trish had learned far more about what Earth had gone through during that time period while living on it than she had during any classes on the Moon. The teachers there, and even at the university, only spoke about Earth in the most general terms until they came to the Wolf, his unique status, and the Moon’s obsession with him.
“How did you meet the Wolf?”
“No more questions, babygirl,” Jordan said, a glint in his blue eyes that Trish recognized. She wanted to crawl away as he lifted the tray with the remains of their dinner on it off the mattress and took it to the door, where he placed it outside for someone to come pick up. Trish curled in on herself, tucking her skirt around her legs for what little protection it would provide.
When Jordan turned back around, there was a growing bulge at the front of his pants, and she almost whimpered, her anusspasming as if remembering the earlier assault on its channel, even as her nipples hardened and her pussy started to tingle. It was as though her body knew what was coming and was already preparing itself, which just made Trish want to scream in frustration because she knew it was wrong. Yet she felt as though some part of her had emotionally responded to his willingness to answer some questions. As though she’d let down some of her walls while he’d been asking about her life and then told her a little bit about his, exchanging those small insights into each other.
It hadn’t occurred to her such simple conversation might be dangerous to her overall emotional state of being.
Jordan walked up to the bed and cupped her cheeks in his hands, his eyes sliding over her face and down to her lips.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmured before leaning down to kiss her.
