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y male model jealous, and full, pink lips. When my dick begins to take interest, I shut down my thoughts and turn off the water.
Bloody hell.
Annoyed, I dry off and get ready for my ‘date’ with Hailey. That’s enough to make my hard-on deflate completely. It doesn’t escape me that thinking about Hailey turns me off, while thinking about—I rake my hand through my wet hair. Nope, not even going to go there.
There goes my damn eye again. Christ. I must be losing my mind.
Gavin
Strong arms wrap around my neck, sliding over my chest. My initial reaction is to tense in fear. This stalker has me so on edge, I flinch at anything and everything. When scratchy stubble brushes across my cheek, I realize it’s just last night’s hook up getting cozy.
“Good morning.”
“Almost afternoon,” I correct, wincing at my callousness. But honestly, what do you say to some guy you don’t know whose name you can’t remember but whose dick you had in your mouth a few hours ago? A guy you wanted to kick out several hours ago but wouldn’t take the not so subtle hints?
“Hmmm,” he walks around the kitchen table, eyeing me the entire time.
He is gorgeous, that I can’t deny. Tall, athletic, with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He’s exactly my type. Which is the point, I guess, seeing as I picked him up last night at a party and brought him back to my house to fuck into the early hours of this morning.
“I guess I’ll be going, seeing as you’re about to stroke out from me being here,” he snaps, narrowing his eyes.
“I have a meeting,” I blurt out. It’s the truth, but it still makes me feel like an asshole.
“Uh huh. No worries, man. I had a great time.” He slides his feet into his shoes and finds his shirt on the couch, yanking it over his sculpted abs.
Without another word, he opens the door and is gone. I jump out of my chair and turn the deadbolt behind him. Paranoia has taken hold of me lately, causing me to worry about every little thing. Exhausted from lack of sleep, I let my muscles relax, feeling the tension drain.
I have got to get my shit together. Checking the clock, I realize I only have thirty minutes until I have to leave for the meeting at Ross’ office. A meeting about a stalker. My stalker. I drag a hand down my face and start getting ready.
* * *
“Amanda, you look lovely.” I smile at one of the junior agents at Ross’ firm.
“Thanks Gavin. You’re not too bad yourself.” She winks as she passes by.
Paul, the bodyguard who picked me up this morning—his name is definitely Paul—shadows me the entire way to Ross’ office. I knock and walk into the room without waiting for a reply.
“Gavin!” Ross stands up, coming around his desk to give me a hug while slapping my back. He pulls back and I see the flicker of stress on his face before he pastes on a smile. I’ve known him too long not to notice. He looks like shit.
“Hi, Ross.” A quick glance around the empty office lets me know I’ve arrived before the new security expert. “Where are we meeting?”
“In here,” Ross says, directing me over to the conference table. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
“I’ll just have some water.” I sit and pull out my phone, more for something to keep my hands occupied than out of necessity. Guitarists tend to have restless fingers. Or maybe it’s just me, who knows?
Ross pushes a button on his phone. “Donna, can we get water and some coffee please?”
Less than five minutes later, Ross’ administrative assistant sweeps into the room and deposits a tray with a pitcher of ice water, a carafe of coffee, and all the accompanying items needed to dress it up.
“This guy that’s coming in—”
“Is going to take care of this, Gavin.” Ross takes the chair across from me. “He’s good. According to Ellie, he used to track serial killers for the FBI.”
My mouth falls open. “Seriously? You think my problem is that bad?”
“No. I think we should have the best, and this guy is the best. The personal references by Ellie and her friend back in the U.K. are just the icing on the cake.”
Before I can ask any more questions, there’s a knock and the door opens a crack. “Mr. Evans, Mr. Hale is here.”
