I walked to him, standing just a few feet away when he finally acknowledged me. “How was your sleep?” he asked, lowering the papers. He placed them in his lap and put his pen to the desk next to him. He spoke in a way that didn’t seem possible for a man who handcuffed a woman in her sleep. But that was Jonathan, that’s how he acted and it was how he became one of the wealthiest men in the world, all before the age of thirty. He looked at me with his dark, sexy eyes. His face was brooding, I could tell his mind thought of ten things at once. I just hoped there was room in his busy life for me. “I slept fine,” I said. “Good. Sometimes rest is important. Helps to free the mind up a little. Plus, you wake up and never know how you’re going to feel.” Jonathan didn’t make a single facial expression so I couldn’t tell if that was his attempt at humor. I just stood in front of him, I had no other choice. I was certain he had the key somewhere on him, in one of his pockets.
