Blitzed(81)

There was no answer, so I cleared my throat and tried again. "Hello?"

I heard movement outside the door, and the distinct sound of a latch being thrown back before the door opened and in walked a guy who looked like he was from an old poem, maybe something by Browning or Shelley. Thick, slightly wavy black hair capped a fine forehead which led to mysterious black eyes, like two obsidian orbs in the midst of a lightly tanned face. His lips and mouth were sensuous, the sort that made women wonder what they would feel like pressed against their skin. That is, when they didn’t wake up in a strange log cabin. His looks promised dark, forbidden pleasures that you didn't tell your friends about.

His face was just the beginning, though. He was kind of tall, maybe a shade over six feet, with an athletic physique that added allure to the promise of his hips and eyes. His shoulders were broad, capped with rounded muscle that went down to baseball-sized biceps and forearms thickly corded with muscle that rippled under a coat of black curls. His chest was just as impressive before darting down to an almost impossibly narrow waist before flaring out to strong legs, although he was wearing black cargo pants that hid most of what they looked like.

"Hello?" I repeated, feeling somewhat foolish. "Where am I?"

"I apologize for the strangeness, Miss Banks, but after my brother ran over you, we had to take you with us," he said. His voice was like pure melted butter it was so smooth, a mix of French, American, and something else that I couldn't put my finger on. Either way, it was a perfect match to his sensual body. "How is your head?"

"Hurts," I replied after a moment, blinking when I realized I'd been staring. I smiled, suddenly shy, only to feel my face flush when he smiled back. He had perfect teeth, something you don't see often when your nightlife is hanging around rock musicians. "Why am I not in a hospital?"

"Ah, well, that's the difficult thing," he said. "You see, you interrupted my brother and me in our work for the evening, and when my brother insisted you’d seen his face. So we couldn’t just let you go."

"What do you mean?" I asked, a thin line of chill penetrating the spell his voice and looks were weaving around me. "Why not?"

"This is new for me, but I guess you could say that you’re a guest for the time being, but one that isn’t free to leave. May I sit down? You're not tied up or anything, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

If he was a kidnapper, he was certainly the most polite kidnapper I'd ever heard of. I gestured with my hand, waving like I was saying, Of course, go ahead. I frequently discuss my involuntary detainment with gorgeously handsome men who take me to log cabins. The man smiled again and grabbed a chair by the door and sat down, making sure to keep himself between me and the door. “Your pulling the fire alarm ruined a very finely-tuned plan on our part. We only got a fraction of what we wanted, and didn't get either of our top two prizes."

"You're thieves," I replied, putting two and two together. "You were trying to steal the Muramasa and Masamune swords."

He nodded, not even wasting the effort to deny it. "Among others. But yes, the crown jewels were the Muramasa and Masamune blades. We had offers for over twenty million dollars each for them," he said. "As it is, we'll make our investment in equipment back on the seven blades we obtained, but not much else. C'est la vie, non?"

"And kidnapping me?" I asked, curious. "What role does that play?"

I couldn't help it, my mind casually flashed to a few fantasies I'd read in various novels, of the innocent maiden taken and taught the ways of the world by her handsome captor. The man laughed and looked at me with knowing eyes. I blushed, and pulled the blanket that was covering me up higher, almost all the way to my chin. "Don’t worry, Jordan. My brother and I aren’t that sort of violent men. We won’t hold you down and ravish you or anything. Unless you want us to, that is,” he said, grinning.

“Actually, it was my brother who insisted that you be taken with us. He says that when the two of you tumbled to the floor, you got a good look at his face. Now, we were wearing covers over our mouths and noses, but you never know, you may have gotten a good enough look to give the police a description. We can’t have that for at least the next few days."

"And after that?"

"Hopefully it won’t matter, Miss Banks. My brother and I intend on leaving the United States at that point, and where we’re going, well, disappearing is rather easy."

Something he said pricked at my brain, and finally, it came to me. I would have gotten it sooner, but I must have really been hit in the head hard. "Wait a second. How is it you know my name?"

The man laughed and tapped his forehead. "I have mystic powers. Actually, it's because you were carrying your wallet in your jeans pocket. Your wallet, keys, and money are sitting on the dresser to your right. I was surprised, though, no cell phone? I thought everyone had them nowadays."

"It's in my locker at work," I said honestly. "The wallet was just because it's a habit."

He stood up, and again I was taken aback by just how smooth everything this man did was. Talking, sitting, standing, everything looked like it was just one harmonious never-ending dance. I swear he was the sort of man who'd make picking his nose look sexy. “Be careful. You never know when you might run into a criminal, after all. In the meantime, I suggest you rest, Miss Banks. It’s still early. When you wake up, we can talk about your freedom, and breakfast."