But she was looking down, avoiding eye contact. He wasn’t used to this soft Suki. The Suki he knew had control of every situation. She was commandin..., confident, and very sure of herself. Why was she being so reserved? Taking a step forward, Dillon moved into her personal bubble. Unsure of what he was doing, but needing to see where she was at and if he would be pushed away. To his complete and utter surprise, she stayed put – only an inch to spare between their bodies as he closed the gap. He. I've done my job." She grabbed the bag from Eva and stalked off after her captive.Eva had felt there was something odd about things at that point. I was with Sebastian when he discovered what it was."Look," he said. "Pointing to the screen of the captive's lap top. Here's her email account, [email protected], plenty of correspondence on her research, plenty of emails back and forth to friends in the Ukraine — see all the.co.ua addressees? But here," he opened up another window, "is. At the end of this, you are free, and I’ll et you up for great success, but until then, you are mine. Now go, you have a lot of work to do.”***“Oh no…” were the only words Alexis could come up with, when she heard the doorbell. It had been several dayswith no contact from Johnathan, and quite frankly, Alexis was starting to wonder what was next. She had been thankful for the break, as there was much work to cover, and she was getting much done. The, the damn doorbell. It was Him. And now, she. I didn't’t pay much attention to her until we were inside and she took that last available table.I looked around and there were no available counter seats, so I turned and said, “there does not seem to be any other places to sit. Do you mind if a sailor joins you?"“Not at all sweetie, please sit,” she said.“Thank you. My name is Jorge Alverez.” I said.“I would never have guessed, you don’t look like a spic.” She said.Ignoring the slur. I replied, “I’m not Hispanic. I was adopted by a Cuban.