Jacqueline toyed with the lace on her bra as she spoke to Claude. She had been missing him terribly, and hearing his voice helped. She opened her mouth, about to suggest some sexy talk, when her doorbell rang. Sighing heavily, she sat up.
“Hold on, someone’s at the door.”
She pulled on a robe and tied it shut as she headed downstairs, and the doorbell rang again.
“I’m coming!” she yelled, but muttered into the phone “Hold your horses.”
Phone still to her ear, she opened the door and stood in shock for a moment, before getting angry.
“You. What do you want?” she said, contempt clearly in her voice. She moved the phone down to her side, against her hip.
“My dear,” the man said, his voice smooth as silk, “I’ve simply come to collect you.”
“Like hell!” she said, and tried to shut the door.
“Sleep.” he commanded, and she dropped to the floor, the phone skittering out of her hand.
The man waved to two individuals who had been standing behind him.
“Collect her, and lock up, then take us back to the airport.”
They nodded, headed into the house to pick her up and carry her out to the car. One of them picked up the phone.
“Hey boss, what you want me to do with this?”
“Leave it. We don’t need anyone tracking her.”
Noting a call in progress, the guy hung up, and set the phone down on the coffee table before locking the door on his way out, climbing into the car, and driving to the airport. A