Call Me Gray Ch. 03

Gray took her in, mentally, visually and sensually as he fought off a raw feeling of apprehension in his gut. A person didn't gain this much confidence so quickly; and certainly could not change personality so drastically- mood swings or not. There wasn't a sign of the insecurities that so often plagued her. Quite literally, he was face-to-face with the same woman that had infiltrated the firm, matched him nearly blow-by-blow in a fight and almost escaped capture.

The game was over.

"I'm so screwed," he said, realizing too late that he'd actually verbalized that thought. He let his heavy eyelids close, taking in a resigning breath. "So, my dear, how long you been playing me?" he asked softly.

Amanda's body stiffened against him. There was hesitation before she spoke. "Are you upset?" she asked in a conspiring whisper. "We put forth a lot of effort on your account."

"We?" he asked, losing some of the calm that he desperately needed to get himself out of this mess. Normally, he'd attempt to overpower her with his strength, but he wasn't exactly up-to-par at the moment. His head was still swimming, his limbs felt impossibly heavy and his flesh tingled where she'd worked him over with her mouth.

"Will you come peacefully?" she asked, slipping her left hand under the waistline of his boxers and lightly scratching at the skin there. He forced open his lids to note that her expression was still predatory and yet, despite his condition, he thought he could still detect an authentic fondness for him.

"I guess it depends on where we're going," he said, trying to sound witty because he didn't feel confident at all. How could he have been so stupid? He'd been drawn in and outplayed by Amanda at his firm's own scheme.

Gray felt a sudden sting on the left side of his lower back and managed to turn his head in time to see her hand drop a small syringe into the sink.

Where in the hell had she stashed that? Or more importantly, when and where had she acquired it?

Beside the sink stood Mr. Green's bouquet of roses in a tall plastic drinking cup. The pink, white and green of the flowers blurred in Gray's vision; and he didn't have much time to ponder before the room was truly twirling in front of him. He gave Amanda the strongest shove he could muster and shifted his heavy, unwilling frame toward the door. His legs felt like bags of wet sand. Gray managed a clumsy sidestep, but immediately lost his balance. His sluggish reflexes kept him from grabbing the counter for support and he struck his head on the doorframe as he fell.