Her Ex's Dad

I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. Is he a maniac, setting this whole thing up as some kind of weird death wish? My knees grew weak and he held me up as I almost crumbled to the asphalt in a total freak out. I am gonna die here!

The truck blared its horn and I felt like the sound hit me in violent waves. Its massive engine became even louder, and the smell of diesel fuel overwhelmed me as it came within inches—then stopped with an air hissing, grinding noise.

I stared at the truck’s grill. Peterbilt. It had braked so close—I could read the logo clearly. Hell, I could count the dead freaking bugs on the grate for Christ’s sake. I let out my held breath in a whoosh and my traumatized body collapsed forward.

Good looking nut job scooped me up, then gazed up at the cab. He acted calm and cool as he nodded at the driver, then carried me around it to stop in front of the trailer door at the rear of the truck.

I’m near to hyperventilating and he acts like this happens every dammed day? I vaguely felt him climb up, open the door and set me inside. My shock prevented me from doing or saying anything at all yet. I needed to get away from here and NOW. God dammit, that cardboard box sounded good right about now. What had I been thinking to trust that cartoonish creep so fucking easily?

I turned my shaking body around to see the trailer door slam shut with a metal clanging finality. Hell, I’d move in with Crazy Sally at this point. My racing thoughts kept rambling in lieu of going insane.

It suddenly became pitch dark and I felt panicked while sucking in my breath again. A couple of tense minutes went by as I heard the truck engine change gears and the semi was moving. “What in the—?” A light popped on and I rubbed at my eyes.

Standing above me was my kidnapper—all hot, hard six foot something of him. Again, my voice abandoned me as I stared at his very shiny expensive shoes, then my eyes moved upward. His black slacks were just as pricey as the shoes. All Italian everything, the cost of just his shoes could probably pay my rent for 6 months. My gaze moved up further. I couldn’t help but to notice how built he was. My mind wandered as I envisioned him without his expensive threads. I shook my head to force out such silly notions. This guy is dangerous. Clothes or no clothes! When my eyes moved up past his broad chest, I saw him glaring down at me.

“So, what’s next?” he seethed the question at me.

Batting my eyes in pure bewilderment I was puzzled by his angry stance and accusing glare. You would think I’d been driving the truck from hell and tried to kill him or something! “What?”

“I asked—”

That’s it! I’m pissed now. I stood up on shaky legs. “I know what you asked!” My words came out breathless. This guy may look like candy on a stick, but he’s about to get another kind of licking!

He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at me.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you’d better let me out of this truck. You’re the one who dragged me into—” My sentence died as I caught sight of our surroundings. Totally mystified, I looked around to see the trailer was decked out like a small, posh apartment. A couch, table, flatscreen TV, along with a full sized bed, microwave and even a fridge. Track lighting ran above it all on the metal walls of the trailer. I then spotted what looked to be a fancy port-a-potty! “A penthouse in a Peterbilt? What is this, Pimp My Truck—”

“Why don’t you tell me?” he asked while still glowering at me.

My stunned gaze swung back over to him. “Look, blue eyes…” I caught myself and noted a slight twitch tugged at his lips as though he might crack a smile. “I think you’d better let me out of here.”

“Well, if you want out, you’d better talk to the driver, I think we’re going at about 75 miles an hour and if you jump out?” He smirked at me. “It might hurt just a little.”

I stared at him. His voice just seemed to slide over me as if caressing my skin. Just his tone made everything he said sound inviting and sexually charged even. I felt those dammed goose bumps again and I unconsciously rubbed at my arms.

Ignoring me now, his eyes searched around at the trailer studio and he seemed to spot something on the table in front of the couch.

I followed his gaze. A piece of paper?

He walked over and picked it up. Scanning it, he slowly raised his eyes to me.