“And what are you going to do with this information?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “This is for my own nosy heart. That’s what this was. My way of satisfying my own curiosity and proving to myself that I was right.” Of course, I’ll brag to my best friend and cousin that I was right all along, but he doesn’t need to know that. It’s not like they will ever tell him.
“So, that’s it? You’ll stop following me?” he asks.
“That’s it. You confirmed what I suspected.” I won. I keep that last thought to myself. At least until I get out of here, andif I ever run into him again, I can throw it in his face, but for now, I will keep my victory a secret.
“I assume you think you’ve won?” It’s like the man can read my thoughts.
“I don’t like to play games, Mr. Hunt.”
“Mr. Hunt? I just had my head in your pussy. You came on my face. If there’s a God, you’ll have my dick in your mouth later. I think you can call me Dax.”
“Good thing I don’t believe in God.” I stand and go to rinse my plate. Then I think better of it and throw it in the sink.
He follows me, and I soon feel those big hands on my shoulders. He presses his body into mine, and I feel his hard dick on my ass. I don’t know how he has the stamina, but the man is always ready to go.
“Have faith, Bella.” He presses his lips to my ear, and goosebumps flood my body. “We all have to believe in something.” As quickly as he invaded my space, he steps away. I’ll never admit it, but I like the feel of his body against mine.
“Now, tell me about you,” he counters.
“Nothing to tell. I’m Cori Lamb. I have a brother who is three years younger. He’s a worthless piece of crap. I’m one of two private investigators that Mr. Armstrong employs, and I’ve lived in Shadow Cove my entire life.”
“Sweetheart, I already know that. Tell me the parts no one else knows.”
My head snaps up. “Don’t call me sweetheart,” I warn.
“I can’t call you baby or sweetheart. Noted.”
“After I get out of here, you don’t get to call me anything.” I finally turn, and our eyes collide. There’s a playfulness that I can’t read. It’s as if he’s in on some secret, but I can’t think of what.
“Tell me about you,” he repeats. I won’t. This isn’t about sharing parts of myself with him. This was about me finding out who he was, and I succeeded.
“I’m Cori Lamb. I’m twenty-eight years old. I’m a private investigator, and I’ve lived in Shadow Cove my entire life.”
“You are one stubborn woman. That’s how you got yourself kidnapped,” he taunts. “But fine. It will be more fun to learn about you in time.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “In time?” He nods. “Time’s up.”
He crowds me again. He gets so close that I move back until he pins me to the sink.
“Our time together hasn’t even begun.” I do my best to appear unfazed, but his words give me chills. He reminds me of a possessive man, and I don’t know why he would feel possessive of me. There is nothing that happened between us that would lead him to believe that this will go anywhere.
Chapter 8
Dax
It’s a warm day, and it didn’t take much convincing to get her to come outside by the pool. Thankfully, I didn’t pack her bathing suit, so we’re both naked while I hold her in my arms in the lounge chair. I run my hand along her side and rest it on her hip while she feeds us grapes.
“How about going to my mother’s house for dinner tomorrow?” I suggest. She tenses, looks up, and laughs in my face. She shakes her head but offers no answer. “You’d rather take me to your parents’?”
“I’d prefer to go home and never lay eyes on you again.”
I rest my chin on her head and roll my eyes. This woman is so damn stubborn. It’s a good thing that I’ve never backed down from a challenge.
