Teaser:
Jason had his ankles tied to the legs of the
chair, so kicking his interrogator was out of the question as well. What was he
to say anyway? That he lost his mind because he noticed his high school crush?
That wouldn’t fly, even if he lied it was a woman. He needed to think of
something better. Only now he realized he'd left his phone at the venue. All
blood drained from his face just in time for the door to open. Jason blanked.
Hyde looked down at him, leaning against the doorframe just like Jason remembered
him doing back in high school. With his hands in the pockets of loose-fitting
jeans that still managed to show off all the delicious lines of Hyde’s hips, he
looked masculine and hot without trying. His black tank top revealed toned
shoulders, and the arms that used to be just tan skin were now covered by
full-sleeve tattoos. Jason’s gaze was drawn to the old-school eagle Hyde got
inked on his arm way back, but now, it was woven into a colorful jungle of wild
animals shown in the midst of a fight to the death. Hyde had always been
handsome, and he still wore his dirty blond hair in the same style— pulled back
into a short ponytail— but his features were now so much more masculine. The
cleft in his chin was deeper. His hazel eyes brighter. The broad, perfect nose
and luscious lips seemed almost obscenely beautiful with the short stubble as a
frame. A big, pink balloon of bubblegum leaving Hyde’s lips yanked Jason out of
his stupor.
The balloon popped, and Jason still didn’t know what to say. Hyde didn’t seem
surprised or bothered by the position Jason was in, and Jason’s heart was
sinking by the second. His eyes strayed to the fair hair covering the colorful
ink on Hyde’s forearms. He’d lick each one. Unfulfilled fantasies were the last
thing that should be on his mind, though, and Jason clenched his teeth tighter.
“You smoke?” asked Hyde, entering the room casually, as if dealing with
imprisoned men was something he did every day. He locked the door behind
himself and grinned, chewing the gum loudly. His voice had an underlying rasp
that tickled each cell in Jason’s body.
Jason’s thighs clenched on their own accord. “No.”
Hyde clapped his hands. “Good. I thought you wouldn’t. Someone like you must
take care of themselves, huh?” he asked, leaning against the door. “I changed
my clothes just for you. I don’t know if smelling it on someone can give you
cancer as well, and we need to take good care of your health now.”
Jason frowned. Was this a veiled threat? A way to cleverly say We can
keep you alive for days and days of torment? The hairs on Jason’s forearms
bristled as he followed Hyde with his gaze. He doubted Hyde remembered him from
school, so those potential points were lost. He used to be a nobody back then.
Not that he was much of a celebrity now, but at least he wasn’t scrawny
anymore.
Jason couldn’t help his eyes wandering to the hole in the jeans on Hyde’s knee.
Just that glimpse of skin gave him goose bumps.
Hyde squinted as the silence became too long. “You not grateful?”
Jason curled his shoulders. “I suppose,” he mumbled, daring to look Hyde up and
down. He supposed it didn’t matter what clothes were on a man set to
interrogate, torture, or kill him. Then again, if he were to die, he’d like
Hyde to be naked. A silly smile forced its way to his lips.
Hyde’s pale eyebrows shot up. “I like jokes. Would you like to share?”
Jason licked his lips. “You wouldn’t find it funny.”
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