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“Twenty–four,” he finally replies.

I think for a moment. I can’t actually remember how many men were involved with attacking me the other night and I feel my apprehension rise at just the memory of it. Maybe I should just stay here. I can’t stand the thought of facing them. I stand and then sit back down onto the bed. A few minutes later he walks into the room and drops the towel to dress. His wet curls hang down over his face and his tanned skin has a sheen on it from his shower. He smells like clean soap. Frigging hell.

“Do you have to be naked all the time?” I snap, agitated by his good looks. “I don’t want to see your junk.”

“I’m getting dressed, and for the record, you were just checking out my junk in the shower.”

I screw up my face in horror. “I was not.”

“You were too.”

I narrow my eyes. “Whatever.”

He smirks knowingly and takes out a pair of black tight underpants. I watch in slow motion as he bends and pulls them up his legs and readjusts his dick.

Hmm.

He retrieves his dark jeans and a light blue t-shirt, and after dressing he sits on the bed to put his shoes on. I watch him quietly.

“Do you want to come or not?” he asks.

“Will…” I hesitate.

“Will what?”

“Will they be there?”

He nods as he ties a shoe.

“Oh.” I pause. “Probably not then.”

“They won’t hurt you.” My eyes search his. “I will be there.” He replies.

I stay still, I don’t know if I can honestly make myself leave the room. They terrify me.

He stands. “Okay, suit yourself. Stay here.”

Shit, I need to get to the control tower. I stand abruptly in a panic. “What would I wear?” I stammer in a fluster.

His eyes drop down at my attire of his baggy pajama bottoms and t-shirt. He frowns as if thinking. “Come with me.”

“Where? Where are we going?” I ask as I twist my hands in front of me nervously. “Is this a trick?” I whisper.

He frowns. “A trick for what?”

I swallow the lump in my throat as my eyes flicker to the door. “To hand me over to them?”

He shakes his head, annoyed. “No. If I wanted to hand you over, I would just hand you over.”

My eyes hold his. Why isn’t he handing me over? I don’t understand this at all.

What are his plans for me?

“Coming or not?” he asks again.

Bloody hell, this may be my only chance to get off this ship alive. I nod quickly before I change my mind.

He opens the door and walks out into the corridor and I peer around the door jamb. My heart starts to hammer.