I caught her expectant gaze over her coffee cup as she looked at me again, and for one idiotic moment, I thought the glance was her hoping for Adnan to head out so we could get physical again.
But then there was a crashing sound beside me, making my gaze shoot over, feeling my vision swim for a moment as I looked at the source of the noise.
Adnan.
Knocking over a side table as he stumbled.
“Don’t feel…” he said, sounding woozy.
Then, as I watched, he slid down the wall, passing out as he landed on his ass.
It was right then that I realized what was going on.
Late.
It was too late.
Because I was feeling what Adnan must have felt sooner because he’d thrown back his coffee in a couple quick sips while I’d worked on mine longer.
The cup was empty in my hand, though, I realized as my vision kept swimming.
I watched in slow motion as the mug fell from my suddenly boneless hand, crashing to the ground.
My gaze moved up and over to Shawn again, finding her grinning at me.
“Sucks, doesn’t it?” she asked as I slowly lowered myself down, a task made much more difficult with my muscle weakness, but I knew I had to do it, or I would likely slam my head off the ground as I passed out. “You really shouldn’t have kidnapped me, Bellamy,” she added, putting down her coffee cup and moving toward me.
She reached into one of the drawers in the kitchen, pulling out a wad of cash I must have had in my wallet.
“I feel bad for Adnan,” she added, getting closer. “Offer him my apologies when he wakes up. You, though, I hope you have a jackhammer in your brain for a week. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a boat to steal,” she said, smile triumphant as the sleep made my eyes slow blink.
The boat roared to life a second or two before the drugs dragged me under.
CHAPTER NINE
Shawn
It really worked in our favor how much men underestimate women. It allowed us to make moves without them ever becoming suspicious.
See, I’d stayed up in my room to get away from him, to work through how I felt about what had happened. Because as much as I hated to admit it, I was a hell of a lot more conflicted about the whole thing than I liked. Because even after the sex, after “getting him out of my system,” I found myself tossing and turning in bed thinking about having his fingers and his mouth on me, his cock inside me.
I mean, we’ve established that I have, you know, issues with guys who are toxic to me. But this was taking it to a whole new level.
So until I got my head on right about the whole thing, I planned to stay the hell away from him. The plan was simple enough. I just had to wait for him to go to bed, then rush downstairs, eat, get some coffee, and bring some snacks back up to my room to get me through the next day.
But as I was downstairs, well, I saw his wallet. Just hanging out on the coffee table like it was no big thing.
So I went through it.
And that was where I found them. In a zipper pocket where you would keep change if anyone actually carried change these days.
Little capsules full of white powder.
And no label on them.
Homemade capsules.
I mean, there was no actual certainty about it, but I felt my spidey senses tingling as I pulled out two of them, rolling the capsules in my hand for a second as I debated what I could do with them.
See, if I drugged Bellamy, I was still stuck in a villa with him when he woke up. And who the hell knew what would happen to me then.
But if I drugged both Bellamy and Adnan, I could get on the boat. And with the cash I found in Bellamy’s wallet, I could get someone somewhere to help me get back to the States. Even without my damn identification.
I had people I could call if worse came to worst. I didn’t want to have to do that, to deal with the questions, but it was an option. I was going to get the hell off this island and back home where I could regroup and research this man.
I couldn’t claim to know how to work a boat, but I managed well enough and took off in the direction that I’d watched Adnan coming from, figuring I would find someone somewhere eventually who could help point me in the right direction.
I needed an American Embassy.
But I doubted the Maldives was big enough to have one of their own.
Which meant I needed someone to get me to the next nearest one.
Several long, frustrating hours later, I found someone who could fly me privately from the Maldives to Sri Lanka where the nearest US Embassy was located.