You bet your ass we'll have a good day, Nate thought, though he was pleasantly surprised by Mandy's kiss. He slowly untangled himself from their embrace and walked backwards, letting his fingers brush ever so lightly down the young woman's arm. When he walked out of the door he closed it behind him and shut it, clicking the lock closed. All the nascent trust was gone now, an interesting turn of events given how Mandy was complaining the night before about having no trust left in him.
He took the stairs two at a time and went through his much practiced morning ritual; brushing his teeth, shaving, toilet, shower. Nate spent a few minutes putting around his room before he fell upon an appropriate combination of clothing. His torso was covered by a fitted button-up shirt that emphasized his tight abdomen and muscle broadened shoulders with thin light blue vertical stripes. Next were slacks that showed off his gluts, made strong through years of squats. His easily ruffled auburn hair was, as ever, messy. Though Nate had always fantasized about long hair he knew that in all reality it would be a poor choice on his part--even cut short his hair was uncontrollable.
Nate soon found himself in the kitchen, scrambling eggs, chopping up mushrooms, onions, bell peppers, potatoes and olives. Clearly he had been making breakfast burritos for years as he managed to have to prepared in under twenty minutes. Mandy's captor walked down the stairs, unlocked the door and opened it, "Since you promised to be a good Princess, how about you come up stairs with me so we can eat breakfast together, like we're supposed to?" He left the door open behind him, not waiting for the response he expected to be yes.
He had carried the plates out to the living room and set on them on the coffee table--his home lacked a dining room.
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