Page 21 of When In Rome
We walk down to the car and don’t say very much on the way to the airport. The mood in the back of the car is more suited to a funeral than a send-off. I’m so lost in thought it takes me a minute to realize we are already at the airport.
“I know what you are going to say but I want to ask again just so no one can say I didn’t give you an opportunity.”
Wow! Thanks for cleaning your hands of all guilt in this little drama.
“Come with me!”
“No!” I wouldn’t come with him now if he…
The sound of metal clinking is my first indication something isn’t right. My eyes widen in disbelief as I raise my wrist and dangling off it is a metal cuff.
Oh no! He isn’t…
He turns me, already shocked into immobility, and clicks the cuff into place on my other wrist. He HANDCUFFED me!
My arms behind my back, there is no way I can stop him from pulling me from the car and tipping me over his shoulder as he walks us to the waiting plane.
“You…oh my God! How…? ROMAN!”
The flight attendant looks surprised as he reaches the top of the stairs. “Sir?” She shakes her head a little before continuing. “Is there anything you will be needing for the flight, Sir?”
“No. I’m taking everything I want!” His hand lands on my ass and some of the shock recedes leaving wrath in its wake.
“Lady! Lady, get help! This man is clearly unstable and not…”
I earn a swat on the backside. “No need to involve her in our games, Sunshine!” he gives the woman a wink before walking us down the aisle and sitting me down on a buttery soft couch. I just barely catch it out of the corner of my eye, but I know that’s what he did. He's done it before. He winks.
“You damned…cad!”
“What the hell is a cad? Isn’t that like a romance word or something?”
“How about this word…you asshole! You are a no-good, low-life, yellow-bellied dock rat!”
“What the…?”
I don’t let him get the question out. “You sorry, snot-head. You absolute…”
“Snot head? Where do you even come up with these words?”
“Mother fu….”
My tirade is interrupted by a few swats on the cheek of my ass.
“Enough cussing! I didn’t realize how much of a potty mouth you have. And what a colorful language you have!”
“Oh, oh, did I insult you? Did I offend your sensitive ears, you gutter mole?”
“Okay, that’s it! No more!” I am once again being lifted from my feet and walked to an unknown place slung over Roman’s shoulder. “You are being a brat. Was it nice that I tricked you into flying to Europe with me? No, and yes, I admit it was an underhanded thing to do. Did I do it because I wanted you with me, because I didn’t want to leave your ass behind? Yes, I did. Am I sorry? No. I’m not going to be sorry for keeping your sexy little ass close to me and taking something you and I both want.”
He tosses me and for a hot minute I think I might have pushed too hard, said too much, and he is throwing my ass off the plane, but I land on a soft as a cloud bed and bounce one, two, three times.
“I planned to take you to Europe with me. And I might have left you, giving you what you wanted…but you just had to let me kiss you, had to let me get you off! Now… you’re mine.”
Chapter Nineteen
Roman
I watch as her eyes widen, and she tries her hardest to sit up and scoot away from me. I take the key I put around my neck and unfasten one of her cuffs before quickly bringing her arms up over her head and fastening the open side to one of the lamps on the bedside table that is bolted down.