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Chapter 6

She opened the door Jack said the closets and bathroom were through. There was a large dressing room with a burgundy velvet chaise with elegant curved legs and a tri-fold mirror with ornate gold trim. There was an elegant vanity with a seat between what were presumably the closet doors. Sam opened a door and walked in, she quickly realized from the scent and the dark colors that it was Jack's closet. Closet was a bit of an understatement, the room was larger than her bedroom at home lined on either side with clothing rods, the far wall was lined with shelves of shoes and drawers. Samantha ducked out and headed into the other closet.

The second closet was almost an exact mirror of the first except that instead of dark masculine garments it was lined with clothing in her size, tags still attached. Samantha started searching for something to put on, she'd hoped to find her suitcase packed away and that she could wear something of her own, but the case was nowhere to be found. She tried to ignore a small feminine thrill that went through her as she read the tags: Gucci, Dior, Prada, Givenchy, and there were quite a few items that had tags with elegant calligraphy in foreign languages that indicated they were custom couture. She settled for grabbing a pair of hunter green suede jeans and matching silk blouse. Taking them, she went into the last door and found the bathroom.

The bath was breathtaking to say the least, black marble floors and rich burgundy fixtures with shining gold taps that were obviously real gold. There was an enormous jacuzzi tub with a surrounding platform that had roses in a crystal vase adorning it. There was a huge double vanity sink with black marble surrounding the garnet sinks, the cabinets supporting the sinks were an elegant shabby chic cream that Sam opened to explore. They were filled with her favorite toiletries and some brands that were so costly she'd never seen them except in magazines. There was a glass enclosed shower that was enormous and a door that lead discretely to the commode.

Candles were placed throughout the room on the sink and around the tub as if waiting for seduction. Samantha started to undress and paused as she saw two luxuriant white robes hanging side by side. She ran her hand over the larger one, it was slightly damp and she could smell the exotic scent of sandalwood and masculinity. As she got into the shower, Samantha forced herself to try to start thinking of ways to escape. Ed, or rather Jack had one hell of a seduction scenario set up and though she hadn't seen it in it's entirety yet, she had a feeling like every plan and campaign Jack executed it would be brilliant.

When she got out and dried off, Samantha felt irritated when she saw her dirty clothes were missing, the steam of the shower would have maintained her modesty, but she still felt annoyed as she pulled on the fresh clothing. She walked out into the bedroom, where the bed was freshly made up with a rose and two Godiva chocolate hearts sitting on the pillow her head had laid on. Just then the door opened and Jack came in bearing a silver tray which he sat down on a table that had appeared during her shower along with two chairs. With a sigh, Samantha sat down, she looked at the food in front of her and then looked up at him.

"I'm not going to poison you Samantha if that's what you're worried about, he said gently and sat down across from her.

"Yeah right, because you've never drugged me or poisoned me before," Sam snapped.

"Only out of necessity, you seemed determined to avoid your lessons Samantha."

"I'll eat it if you try it first," she announced defiantly.

Jack shrugged and smiled as he reached across the table and picked up the silver fork, started to take a piece of egg from the edge. Sam shook her head and pointed to another spot and he took from where he was bid and brought it to his mouth. Intently she watched as he ate it. After accepting the fork back, she pointed to the orange juice in a stemmed crystal goblet. Jack held it in his hand and dipped a finger in and licked it clean as Sam observed him. The gesture was very seductive and Samantha found herself momentarily imagining his tongue on her body.

Forcing the thought away, she demanded, "Take a nice big sip."

Jack brought the glass to his lips and obliged. Then he twisted the stem so as he passed it back to her, the side where his mouth touched was facing her. Jack laughed as she scowled and turned it around to drink from the other side. The coffee didn't worry her as much because there where two cups and he poured from the pot for both of them. Aware of his eyes on her, she began to eat.

"Sure it's all right, I could lick the toast for you if you like," he mocked.

"I'll trust you on that one." she replied.

Jack stood up and disappeared into the closet area for a moment. Sam wondered what he was up to. A wicked impulse struck her and while he was gone from the room she took a sip of the orange juice from the side his lips touched. He entered the room carrying a crystal ashtray, cigarettes and a lighter in one hand and a pair of dark brown leather shoes and a pair of green trouser socks. Without saying a word, he sat of the floor at Sam's feet and after lighting up, he began to put the socks and shoes on her feet. He looked up at her and gave her a warning look as the idea of kicking him crossed her mind. God was a a mind reader? Sam wondered. Jack stood up and placed the ashtray on the table and studied her as she continued eating.

Sam drained the orange juice and Jack smiled at her and spoke, "You know my Samantha, if you wanted to taste my lips on yours, you had only to ask."

Looking at the juice glass she realized she'd never turned it back around. Damn! This was not going to help things. Jack looked very pleased and very smug. As if that weren't bad enough, if he noticed a detail as small as a single lip print on a glass instead of two, escape was going to be nearly impossible. And worse she thought as he extinguished one cigarette and brought another to his sinfully delicious mouth, escape was less appealing by the moment. What the hell was wrong with her! Time to remember her FBI training and work on an escape.

"What do you want from me Jack?" she asked.

"Samantha, all I ask is an open mind and for you to accept my hospitality."

"Kidnapping me is hardly hospitable."

"My dear Samantha, if you'll recall you showed up on my doorstep and fell into my arms. Besides I merely captured you to set you free, just as you did for me so long ago."

"Who are you Jack?"

"Interesting question. We'll explore it later after I show you around our home," Jack informed her.