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Taken by Two

By:Sam J. D. Hunt

Chapter One

He sat at the onyx granite bar slowly circling the rim of his crystal  tumbler with his long finger. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Nathaniel  Slater-the man of my dreams. There was a time when we moved in the same  circles, had friends in common, knew each other in passing. Well, at  least that's what he would probably say. To me, he was the guy I sat up  nights scheming over-how could I get him to notice me? That was  before-before he disappeared over a year ago.

I sipped my chardonnay, blatantly staring at the fascinating Nathaniel  Slater. He was new money; a rich dot-com billionaire type who'd made a  name for himself with video conferencing software. My family, in  contrast, was very old money. My father, David Sedgewick, was from a  long line of Northeast blue bloods. Grandmother could trace our family  line back to the Mayflower and beyond.

I continued to stare. His finger paused its circling long enough for him  to wrap his palm around the glass and take a slow sip of the amber  liquid. I slid off my stool, wine glass in hand, and made my way toward  him. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were back from the dead," I  whispered at his silver-suited shoulder. He savored one last unhurried  sip before taking a deep breath and turning his gaze toward me. "No idea  what you're talking about. Great pickup line, though." His steel-blue  eyes locked on to mine; a cold shiver tap-danced down my spine. He was  beautiful, and right there with me. "Penny Sedgewick," he said, his  tongue wrapping around the vowels as if savoring them as he'd done the  bourbon.

"The one and only," I replied. The man I'd always wanted sat right there  in my favorite bar, the exclusive Taster's Club, at my casino-well, my  father's casino, really. He'd named one of his mega resort casinos on  the Las Vegas Strip after me-The Penelope. My manicured nails pushed  back my long blonde hair as my red lips parted in a smile. "Pleased to  make your acquaintance, Mr … ?"

His pink lips curled at the edges in a wry smile. "Nice to meet you,  Penny. Care to join me?" Nathaniel gestured toward the empty stool at  his side. My red silk dress was tight around my ample curves, but I  managed to gracefully slide up next to him as he took my hand. With two  fingers he gestured to the bartender for another round.

"So, you didn't disappear into the murky Amazon River then?"

"I'm afraid you have me mistaken for someone else, Miss Sedgewick. My  name is Jason King and I'm in Vegas for a life insurance convention."  His copper eyelashes fluttered over his mesmerizing blue-gray eyes as  his pink tongue swiped across his full lips. The suit he wore was a  tailored Armani, probably made for him. The shoes were Italian leather  and finer than the pricey red designer stiletto pumps hanging from my  own pedicured feet. As I leaned in to take another long sip of my  too-warm chardonnay, I could smell his cologne. It was masculine,  imported, and very expensive. Clearly Nathaniel Slater didn't care to  discuss his disappearance from social life, but he did seem attracted to  me. His leg drifted to the left until his thigh was touching my own.

With a warm smile, he slid my new glass toward me. "That one has lost  its chill," he said. "Allow me to replace your wine." I pushed the old  glass aside and reached for the new one, the top covered with his hand  as if he didn't want to let it go. "Cheers," he said, placing his left  hand on my thigh before throwing back the glass of bourbon. I took a  hard gulp of the cold wine, eager to feel the subtle buzz that would  give me the courage to take him up to my penthouse suite. As I took  another sip, I began to feel tipsy. By the third slurp, I was drunk.

"Odd," I said too loudly as he stared at me, his hands raking through his dark auburn brown hair.

"What is, Penny?"

"I-I don't normally, I mean alcohol doesn't … "

That was the last thing I remember about that night.

What seemed like days later, I could hear them talking before I could  manage to open my eyes. My heavy eyelids fluttered, struggled to rise,  then gave up and left me lying in the darkness. I wasn't uncomfortable  or in any pain, but the heavy stupor of confusion sent me back to the  black fog of sleep. Under the curtain of my induced slumber, I lived  vivid dreams. In one, a burly man, tattooed, muscled, and strong, was  speaking to me in a deep voice, reassuring me that everything was going  to be fine as long as I obeyed.

Eventually my eyes finally managed to part enough that I could see where  I was. The room was dimly lit and vibrating in an off-putting way-as if  the bed where I lay was on top of an enormous engine. An airplane, I  thought, I'm on a private jet. I was no stranger to luxurious travel-I'd  been on planes like this one many times. Rolling out of bed, I crawled  over to the door. My legs felt rubbery, as if they lacked the strength  to support me. The thin door wasn't locked. Nathaniel Slater had to have  kidnapped me-I vaguely remembered him nearly carrying my limp body from  the club-explaining to the bartender, who worked for my father, that he  was taking me back to my room to sleep it off. I couldn't remember  anything else, but Hank, the bartender, wouldn't have questioned  Nathaniel's claim. I wasn't known to drink to excess, but I was known to  take handsome men back up to my suite.         



The light from the main cabin hurt my eyes. A large man, the man from my  dream, was sitting in a cream-colored leather chair with his back to  me. Nathaniel sat on the floor next to the large man, his head in his  hands. He still wore the silver suit pants, but the jacket and tie were  gone. The wave of his silky brown hair cascaded over his splayed  fingers. The other man, his hair a dark blonde caramel-like color, was  wearing worn jeans that clung to his muscular thighs. His legs were  long-so long that he had to be at least six foot seven, maybe taller.  The jeans ended in heavy black leather boots-motorcycle or combat boots,  possibly. The man's powerful arms were covered in tattoos.

"I still don't get why you took her, Nate. I mean, what the fuck were  you thinking?" The husky grit of his low voice pierced the silence as  his fingers tensed on the arm of the chair in frustration, or maybe  fury. The idea of Nathaniel kidnapping me was terrifying, but my real  fear sprang from the ominous man in the chair.

"I-I don't know, Rex, I'm sorry. But what was I supposed to do-just leave her there?"

"You were supposed to do what you were told, Nate. You fucking tricked  me!" His fist slammed down on the side of the chair, causing Nate to  flinch.

"I'm sorry," Nate said so quietly I could barely hear him.

And then … he leaned into the monstrous man, Rex, and rested his head on  Rex's muscled thigh. I leaned back on my heels-the gesture was so  intimate.

"It's okay, I'll figure it out. I'm just afraid of any complications  that will put you at risk. And she is definitely a complication." Rex's  fingers reached down and ran through Nate's hair before resting across  his back.

My legs were going numb from my weight on them. As I moved to shift the  weight, my groggy body toppled over and fell to the plane's floor in a  thud as I drifted back into sleep.

"Wake up, Penny." Nathaniel Slater was next to me on the bed, wiping a cold cloth across my forehead.

"What … ah … please don't hurt me," I begged as I finally came to. "I don't  know who you are, I don't know anything. Just let me go."

He shook his head in pity. "I'd never hurt you, Penny. Do exactly as Rex  says and you'll be fine. I drugged you at the bar-but I needed to. I  had to have you with us. I'm sorry the after-effects are hitting you  harder than most. Can you drink some water?"

He lifted me until I sat up in the bed, my back against a padded leather  headboard. "Where are we going?" He held a bottle of water to my lips  and ignored my question until I'd drank enough to satisfy him. He  wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. I knew I should resist,  but instead I crumpled into his embrace. At the moment, he seemed like  the only friend I had. "We're going home," he answered simply.

His pale eyes swept across my face-his fingertips tentatively brushed  across my cheek. "I've always thought you were so beautiful, Penny. I  remember when you were dating that jerk Clyde. I wanted to get to know  you, but we just never seemed to be in the right place at the right  time. Then when I saw you sitting across the bar, I knew it was all  going to be just as it should."

I was shocked-I didn't realize Nathaniel Slater even noticed me back  then. "Clyde was a giant mistake," I mused, remembering the humiliation  he'd put me through. "But holy fuck, Nathaniel!" He swiped my bottom lip  with his finger, unfazed by my freak-out. "You can call me Nate." I  sighed, fighting my attraction to him to think. "Nate, let me get this  straight-you kidnapped me to get to know me? I'm flattered, but that's  really messed up." His face reddened as if I'd slapped his cheek.  "Kidnapped? Oh my God, no! I took you to keep you safe." He took a deep  breath and pulled me against him again, his face close to mine, the  smell of his cologne causing me to stir despite my brain scolding my  libido that this was no game. "I want to go home, back to Vegas, now," I  said, trying to sound assertive. With a sigh, he answered, "Can't do  that, babe. Even if I wanted to, it's too dangerous now. We're already  almost to the compound. You've been sleeping for hours."