“Fuck!” Maisie screams, trembling in my lap. “Please, Grayson,” she begs, her voice desperate.
“Please what, Mais?”
“I-I’ll be a g-good girl,” she pants. My hand cups her pussy, and she grinds her hips back against it. “Please.”
I circle her clit once through her soaked underwear before pulling away. She groans in protest. “Good. I’m glad you’ve learned your lesson.” I lift her so she’s sitting on my lap, straddling my waist.
“But—”
“But what?” I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She shoots me puppy dog eyes, rocking in my lap, seeking friction. “Those eyes aren’t going to work on me today, baby. If you’re a good girl the rest of the day, I’ll reward you later. How about that?”
“I thought I was always your good girl,” she pouts, planting a kiss on me.
I chuckle, booping her nose. “Goddamnit, you are so hard to resist, woman.” I draw her in for another kiss, and she giggles into my mouth, knowing she’s won.
“You know you love me,” she teases.
“I…” The words almost slip from my lips before I catch myself. We stare at each other with wide eyes and panting chests. She didn’t really mean that—she was just teasing, and it rolled off her tongue—but my feelings for her are anything but a joke.
I think I might be falling in love with Maisie, and I’m about to show her just how much.
Mydrugand myantidote.
maisie
. . .
THIRTY-EIGHT
It’s a simple email,Maisie. It really shouldn’t be this hard.Tell that to my hands that can’t seem to press send. I’ve been staring at the email I’ve typed out to my agent and publisher for the past twenty minutes.
Three months have come and gone, and I have finally made up my mind. I want to stay, at least for a little longer, until I figure out my life, career and love life included. It didn’t feel right going back to New York right now, not while enjoying playing house with Grayson. I could never forgive myself if I left and he got hurt—or worse.
Even though I’m sure of my decision, I’m still a nervous ball of anxiety thinking about pushing send. I know I can live wherever I want, but being so close to the agency got me to where I am now. It feels weird to abandon it after everything I did to get here.
My pointer finger hovers right above my mouse, the cursor already poised on the send button. Just as I’m about to send it off into the digital world, a crash comes from the kitchen. I’m about to call out Grayson's name when the security alarm starts blaring. The blood drains from my face at the unfamiliar voices.
“Where is she?” a husky man whispers.
“Shut up,” another hisses, and then a thump follows. “Split up and stay quiet, idiot.”
From the tap of their shoes, it sounds like there’s only two of them. My heart hammers against my chest, but I don’t have time to panic. It has to be the man who was following me. The mafia. They are here to collect me, or maybe kill me, just as Grayson warned me about. He told me time and time again that getting tangled up in him was bad news.
Of course the cowardly assholes would come when they knew I was home alone. Grayson said he had to run an ‘errand’ and would be back later tonight. Code for he was summoned for a fight. He’s going to flip out over this, and I feel sorry for whoever gets in his way.
I know Grayson has a gun stashed away. He even said he wanted to take me shooting after we had the spook with the stalker. He wanted me to be able to protect myself. We hadn’t gotten that far, though, so I’m like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time when it comes to guns. I’m shit out of luck, but I do have one thing going for me. I’m a female full of rage and determination, and we can do just about anything we put our minds to under the right circumstances.
I quietly shuffle around Grayson’s bedroom, looking in the closet and under the bed for a gun. I’m not sure what I would do with it if I do find one, but it makes me feel better when I do. If anything, I can swing it at their faces, and maybe that will be enough to have them running for the hills. Men are babies, after all.
Evie wakes from her slumber and saunters over to me. I snatch her up and cradle her to my chest, backing my way into the closet. I know it’s the most cliché place to hide, but I have no other options. I wasn’t going to walk out in the open.
I draw the door shut, leaving it just cracked enough to peek out. I slip out my phone, shooting a text off to Grayson. He’s told me the mafia have most of the local police on their payroll, so a call to them is worth horse shit. I debate shooting a text to Chesney,but I know he’s not home, and Grayson has been so adamant about keeping family out of this. When I don’t receive a text back like normal, I dial Grayson’s number. It only rings twice before going straight to voicemail. I leave the voicemail recording open and slip it back into my pocket.
Fuck. This is bad, bad.
The bedroom door creaks open, and I silently curse. Maybe they won’t check in here. Happy thoughts. Mystery man takes one step into the room and immediately looks at the closet. Yeah, I am royally fucked in the ass.
“Meow!”
