Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Roy made a rumbling noise. My pitbull, growling.
“I thought I was there to notarize paperwork, maybe fill out receipts and wire money. But the guys looked like thugs–I mean, you saw them! When I pushed for an ID for my logbook, the one guy didn’t like that. Refused. I got freaked out, so after the transfer went through, I said I had to go to the bathroom, and I left the laptop and paperwork and bolted. You know the rest.”
I couldn’t help but shiver remembering how scared I’d been.
“It’s safe. You’re safe. They have no reason to believe you’re in this room. Remember, they’ve already knocked on the door.”
That made sense and was somehow reassuring even though they might still be right down the hall. I did feel safe with Roy. I wouldn’t have had sex with him otherwise. Or sit here now.
“Stay the night,” he added. “We’ll figure out what to do in the morning.”
In his arms like this, I didn’t have to think about it. Or anything else. All I did was say yes. Then he pulled me up, so I was in his lap. I shifted my legs, so I straddled him, my robe parting. His hands cupped my cheeks, so our eyes met. Held. I would swear he could see into my soul.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
All I could do was nod and let him kiss me again.
6
BROOKE
* * *
I woke up sweating and felt like I was being smothered. I blinked my eyes open and tried to figure out where I was. I glanced down, and there was a big, muscly and hairy arm around my middle. The big hand was cupping my boob. Along my back was heat. Lots and lots of heat coming from the body attached to the arm.
Roy.
We were cuddled together on the couch like two spoons in a drawer. Naked.
Last night came back in a rush.
My meeting with the mob. Running away. Hiding with Roy. Roy getting shot. Coming back to his penthouse. Sex. And more sex. And one more round of pre-dawn sex. My pussy ached in a good way. He’d definitely made me forget about everything, even my name.
Except with the soft morning light coming through the windows–we hadn’t shut any blinds or curtains or even made it to the bed–I knew that sex wouldn’t solve my problems.
A handful or two of orgasms later, and they were still just as bad as the night before. Nothing had been solved.
I also had to pee.
Roy’s steady breathing indicated he was still asleep. Setting my hand on his wrist, I carefully and oh-so gently lifted it up, and I slid out from under it and awkwardly found the floor.
Rolling to my hands and knees, I pushed myself up and took a moment to check out the burly guy who’d saved me then fucked me good and hard.
His face was softer when he slept. Day-old stubble made his square jaw darker and had me wondering what that rasp would feel like between my thighs. He’d gone down on me, and it had been amazing, but adding whiskers?
My pussy clenched, and my bladder told me to quit ogling the sleeping giant and head to the bathroom.
I saw my cell on the dining table beside my purse and took it with me.
After I did my business and washed my hands, I checked my work email to see if there was anything in there about the meeting. I had no idea what it would be besides you’re fired.
But there wasn’t anything except a bunch of emails from my clients or co-workers about their accounting tasks.
I swiped off and typed in the hotel name plus Denver and wondered if there would be anything in the news.
When my phone screen populated, I almost dropped it in the sink.
Double homicide at the Four Seasons.
Double homicide? I clicked on the link and scanned the story.
Two men were found dead in the fourth floor of the hotel’s parking garage yesterday at 6:25pm by a valet attendant. The police aren’t sharing identities of the victims, but an anonymous source close to the case shared that both the men’s necks had been broken. No witnesses have yet to come forward. The case is ongoing, and police ask if you have–
Oh my God.
I swiped my fingers to the second article. Scanned it.
Same information.
I stared at myself in the mirror. I had a hickey on my right breast. My hair looked like I’d been well and thoroughly fucked.
By a killer?
My heart started to race.
When Roy had left me in the stairwell, he’d gone back into the garage for a few moments. Had he broken the men’s necks? He certainly was big and strong enough to snap a man’s neck. And he was a Marine. He probably had been trained in hand-to-hand combat. But those guys had guns and had used one on us. On him.