Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Yep. She looked like some Dom’s plaything, and that was how she liked it. No one saw her coming.
Did she have any right to bring Niall into this? Especially if he didn’t truly want her?
Harlow shoved that question aside and started out of the bathroom. She was almost back to the door that led to the lounge when she felt a hand on her elbow.
She turned, ready to punch the fucker, and stopped.
“Harlow?” Jensen stood there, an unholy fire in his eyes.
And she knew she was in real trouble.
Chapter Six
Jensen bit back a growl as he stared down at the one woman he’d ever loved.
Harlow Dawson’s hair was longer and she’d changed the color, but he’d known exactly who she was the minute he caught sight of her walking back with Miranda.
She looked like his every fucking wet dream, and his every nightmare since she was in a place where he was absolutely sure everyone in charge was a killer.
He pulled her back to the tiny office he’d been given when he took over as dungeon monitor. Phil didn’t particularly like to do things like assign work schedules and duties, so this was where Jensen sat up late or came in early to get done the minor tasks of running the club. It was nothing more than a desk, a chair, and a laptop, but it would have to do.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Harlow?”
Her eyes flared briefly, hurt showing there, but this wasn’t some sweet reunion. She was supposed to stay out of trouble. He was going to have such a fucking talk with Niall, who should have been watching her.
Niall, who’d sent him a text earlier, but he hadn’t been able to reply. He couldn’t call. Not here.
So he definitely didn’t want her walking around like the sweetest treat he’d ever seen.
“I’m on a case.” She straightened up, and her jaw went tight. “And now I realize I was right about this place. So the cartel they took out a couple of months ago wasn’t the real owner. If you’re here, then the real man behind this place is Cliff Hamilton. I knew it.”
“You came looking for me? Do you know what a stupid move that was?”
Her arms crossed over her chest, and she huffed out a laugh that held not an ounce of humor. “I was not looking for you. You made yourself clear when you left me to be arrested and assaulted.”
The words hit him hard. “What are you talking about? The cops were coming. I had the timing down. I certainly wouldn’t have left you there if I didn’t know the cops would take control.”
“Yeah, well they did, but not before your friend broke my arm trying to get me to tell him where you were,” Harlow said with a bitterness he couldn’t deny. “Fucker still aches. But that doesn’t matter. What does matter is I had no idea you were here, not that it would stop me. I’m on a case, and I swear if you fuck this up for me, I’ll be the one looking for revenge. Now I’m going to get back to my boyfriend and you can pretend like you don’t know who I am. Good-bye, Jensen.”
He slammed his hand against the door so she couldn’t open it. It put him in close proximity, so close he could smell her. God, he missed that scent. Strawberries and fucking cream. He was addicted to it. “Harlow, I didn’t know about your arm. I…I tried to stay away from you. Even from news of you. I knew your dad came to get you.”
“Yeah,” she said, not turning around. “Thanks for that, too. He’s been up my ass for the last two years over that. You should let me go now, Jensen. My Dom is going to start to wonder where I am.”
Oh, he wanted to know about that, too. Niall hadn’t mentioned she’d taken a top. All he heard about was her playing with friends who were tops. Nothing serious. Nothing close to permanent. “What is his name?”
“It doesn’t matter because we have nothing to do with each other, Jensen Wiley,” she replied.
“The fact that you’re here tells me otherwise. What is your case?”
She turned, her back to the door. That stubborn look on her face did something to him. Revved him the fuck up. She was so close, and this was not how he expected this to go. He was supposed to show up on her doorstep with flowers and croissants and pretty much beg for a second chance. He wasn’t supposed to be the bad guy in her life. Again.
“I don’t discuss my cases with strangers,” she said flatly.
He felt a brow rise over his eyes. “Stranger?”
She shrugged. “Well, I never really knew you.”
He wasn’t letting her off so easily. “Oh, you knew me, baby. You knew me in pretty much every way a woman can know a man.”