"I like my coffee the way I like my men. Sealed in an airtight bag in the freezer."

I laid with my back on the bed the next morning, my stomach throwing a tantrum.

"Oh, be quiet you!" I scolded, but it just kept growing louder and louder. Ugh stomachs. They don't let you get a word in edgewise. I didn't sleep at all last night. After the guy had left, I tried to open the door, but that jerk had locked me in!

I finally gave in to the beast and slid off my bed. I checked the door again, but this time it opened! What the heck?! I pushed the door and peeked outside, double checking that the coast was clear before tip toeing down the hall.

I knew I should be trying to find the front door, but my stomach was growling and I was so hungry, and so I decided to change my target and find the kitchen first.

How was I supposed to escape on an empty stomach? I'd like, starve to death before getting anywhere!

With this newfound logic, I tried to locate the kitchen but it took me a while since his house was darned big.

I finally reached it and dove into the pantry, stuffing food in my pockets and shirt and bra and pants and my mouth before turning to head back upstairs.

Sadly for me, when I turned around, a tall sexy muscular man stood with his arms crossed, making a barrier between me and the stairs. A very sexy barrier- but that wasn't the point.

The bag of chips fell from my mouth and I decided to just leave it there, not wanting to embarrass myself further.

"Uh, hey," I started awkwardly. "I was just looking...for...you..."

He quirked an eyebrow, "Did you think I was in the pantry?"

"I hoped the oven," I shifted my stash in my arms uncomfortably. Then I pointed to the chips on the ground. "Those are mine."

To my surprise he let out a loud laugh. "If you were hungry you could've just told me."

I gave him a flat look.

"What?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and started to go past him to my room. He quickly stepped in front of me, blocking my path. I stepped to the right and he moved along with me.

"I'm not sure if you noticed, but you're kind of in my way," I informed him.

He smirked, "I noticed."

"Would you mind moving aside?"

"No, I'm pretty comfortable, actually."

"Would you like me to move you?"

"I'd like to see you try," He said with a devilish grin. Was this a challenge I hear?

"Oh hey, look over there!" I gasped, pointing over his shoulder. It was his turn to roll his eyes.

"I'm not falling for that one one again, how stupid do you think I am?"

I smirked, "Are you sure you want me to answer that?" And then I darted around him and dashed up the stairs, my feet pounding loudly on the carpet.

I'm not sure if he chased after me, but nevertheless, I zoomed to my room, slammed the door shut, and locked it.

I flopped onto my bed with a sigh.

Suddenly I heard a throat clear. I looked to the side and saw a pretty girl with shoulder length blonde hair, staring at me.

"Oh, um, hi," I greeted.

"Who are you and why are you in my room?" She replied and I looked around the room, realizing how unfamiliar it was .

"Huh, I guess you're right, this isn't my room. I must've took a wrong turn somewhere..."

She sniffed. Then furrowed her eyebrows. Gee, I'm real sorry I didn't have time to put on deodorant before I was abducted. My bad.

She stared at me for a moment before shaking her head and smiling, "My name's Emilie, yours?"

"Cassie. Were you kidnapped too?"

She looked appalled, "Um, no. Were you?!"

"Yes, and that wasn't even the worst part of the day! There was this spider-"

"Hold up," She held up a hand and cut me off. "You got kidnapped?! Who kidnapped you?!"

I thought for a second," He was about yay high," I pointed to the ceiling, "With tousled dark hair, mismatched eyes, and bipolar anger issues."

"Jason," Emilie snapped her fingers as if she'd solved a mystery. Jason huh? Sexy name I admit, but still not as sexy as mine.

"Do you know why he kidnapped me?" I asked. "Does he just go about kidnapping gorgeous woman?"

"I can think of one reason why he'd do that..." She mumbled to herself.

"What is it?" I asked.

She jumped a little, as if she'd forgotten I was here, "Hmm? Oh, nothing. But you know what they say, when life gives you lemons, make lemon juice!"

I furrowed my brow. "My parents always told me that it went, 'When life gives you lemons, squeeze them in peoples' eyes'."

Emilie gave me a weird look, "Wouldn't I love to meet those people."

"They are the life of the party," I admitted. "Now what was this you were saying about-"

"Whoops, gottogobye!" She said and pushed me out the door. I frowned as she shut the door in my face.

I get the subtle vibe she's hiding something.