Not Little

Josie's POV(Continued)

He gave me an enigmatic smile that chilled me to the bones. “I know you better than you think my little wild cat.” He motioned to somewhere behind me. “Go on. You need to call her. I believe your agreement is to call her every hour or she’ll send the police after you.” I shot off the table, wobbling a few feet away from him.

Fear, the likes of which I had never known swamped me. They told me he was dangerous. Mother was positively shaken after his men took my dad. Grayson couldn’t stop drilling the fact into my head. Even RuPaul had been wary, but not once, not even when I was aware of what he had done to my father had I been truly afraid of Vladimir.

But in this second, sticky after he had made me come, was I truly terrified of that strange light burning in his gaze.

“Maybe she should call the police on you.” I muttered, waiting to see if he knew.