"What– What do you mean I'm not leaving?" She struggled to get the words out, apprehension rising in her.
"Until you tell me why you're here."
"Uhmm," she bit her lips.
His attention was swiftly drawn to them, and he swallowed hard.
"Damn it Valentina, why are you in my room?!" He questioned with a lot more aggression now.
"To talk to you about something," she jabbered.
He gave her a suspicious once-over. "Talk to me about what?"
"Uhmmm—eerhmm—about–"
"Are you lying?" He tilted his head to ask.
"No, I'm not. Of course not. About Jackson," she cleared her throat. "Yeah, Jackson."
"Who the fuck is that?"
Her face dropped. "My driver? Oh my God! Are you so terrible you don't even know the name of the person you kidnapped?"
He snickered nonchalantly. "Why should I concern myself with knowing your driver's name? Anyway, what about him?"
"Where is he? He wasn't at the cell while I was there. I want to see him. Besides, isn't it time for you to let him go?"
