Week 259 – There was something strangely familiar about him but she had never seen him before

This sucked.

The quicker Tank could pass the little blonde pixie onto the man who had paid him to bring her here the better.

He walked through the cabin, grabbed a bucket from under the kitchen sink, filled it with water, grabbed a towel, then stopped in the laundry room to grab the clothes from the dryer. When he walked back into the bedroom he found the blonde pixie right where he’d left her, curled up against the bed’s headboard.

She was a pretty thing, long blonde locks that he already knew felt like silk. Huge turquoise eyes that were framed by some of the longest lashes he’d ever seen. She had a few freckles across her nose, giving her a sweet and innocent look.

When she saw him she shrunk away from his large, intimidating frame, but when he tossed her the clothes and got down on his hands and knees to clean up where she’d been sick all over the floor. Tank made a mental note that sedatives made the pixie sick.

“Are these my clothes?” Tillie asked, sounding shocked.

“You got sick all over yourself on the ride here, I threw them in the washer and dryer for you, they’re done,” he answered.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he asked wryly.

“I don’t understand,” she said, sounding lost. He didn’t like that, it made him want to make things better for her but that wasn’t his job.

“You will.”

“You said that before but I want answers now,” she demanded, her voice strong despite her obvious fear and confusion.

“Patience, little pixie.”

“Stop calling me little,” she growled. Yep, actually growled, and he couldn’t help but quirk his lips up into a smile.

He looked over at her to find that she had managed to pull her legs into her leggings, and pull the sweatshirt over her head, and slipped her free arm into it. She looked so indignant, but she also looked like she was thinking there was something strangely familiar about him but she had never seen him before.

She was right, she hadn’t seen him before now, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know who she was and what she’d done. Unfortunately she was now paying the price for those choices.

Finishing cleaning up he left her fuming to go back to through the cabin to empty out the bucket and throw the towel into the washer. Back in the bedroom he pulled the key from his pocket and held it up.

“Can I trust you?” he asked.

There was barely a hesitation before she nodded. “Yes.”

This time he held back the smile. He didn’t trust the pixie as far as he could throw her, but she wasn’t getting out of this cabin unless he let her.

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