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“No. I like you. Your hands are very skilled. Do you provide many climaxes with them?”
She didn’t expect him to laugh. Not just laugh. Bend over and grip his knees as he wheezed.
She frowned. “Did I miss the punchline?”
“No. You’re just something else.” He rose to his full height again and wiped his eyes as her phone chirped again. His laughter drained away as she pulled it out. “It’s him, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” She stuffed the remaining pins he’d given her into her pocket and tossed him her wig so she could text unhampered. “If I don’t answer, he won’t lea
ve me alone. He probably won’t anyway. He doesn’t know the meaning of no.”
“Is he hassling you?”
Distractedly, Lauren continued to type. “Always. He thinks it’s his job to take away all the pleasure in my life.”
The second she stopped typing, West gripped her phone and slipped it into his own pocket. “He’s not going to bother you again tonight.”
Wordlessly, she shook her head. She didn’t get his expression, but she was having trouble not bouncing on her tiptoes again.
Anything was possible. Absolutely anything. Redemption. Fun.
Actual sex acts with a living, breathing, sexy man?
Eh, no reason to get hasty. She’d take the first two and take her chances with the third.
West stuck his hand out to her, saying nothing. She inched closer to lace their fingers together just like earlier. Their hands just locked together as if they belonged that way.
Unlike her feet in these torture devices she called shoes. Ditching them was the next thing on her list. Well, maybe not next, but right up there.
First, she was in pursuit of…everything.
He led her to what appeared to be a green room off the main hall. There were chairs shoved against the wall, vending machines, and a table with stacks of bags. Not the best security.
West went right to a battered green one and yanked out a green T-shirt and a brown cardigan. She tried to stifle her little moan of distress as he covered up the perfection that was his chest and torso.
Damn shame.
From his sidelong grin as he pulled the shirt over his head, he’d heard her. Once he’d tugged on the sweater too, he tossed the bag over his shoulder and met her at the doorway, holding out his hand yet again. “Ready?”
That one-word question seemed to hold so much meaning. Maybe just to her.
“Yes.” She grinned and took his hand. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Four
Brooklyn Dawn was on stage and the halls were empty of people. West led her through the endless winding hallways to get to the front of the arena. He’d already scouted the good food trucks during his bike ride that morning.
He couldn’t keep up with Denver, but he lasted longer every day. She was a freak, but a fun one. She always found the little hole in the wall places. Sometimes from the app on her phone, sometimes from the freakish Reddit she followed that was more gibberish than words as far as he was concerned.
Regardless, Denver had found the ultimate pizza place.
And he was fucking starving.
Lauren was suspiciously silent. She kept up with him, but kept tossing glances over her shoulder as if she was escaping someone. And he was trying to come to grips with the hair color change.
The dark hair had been more lush somehow. Not as gorgeous as her blond, but combined with her pale skin, the dark hair had made her seem a little older. Then again, maybe that was why she’d worn it for her deep cover act.
The blond was…different. Sweeter, maybe? He wanted to pull her closer and protect her. And the deep wine color of her lips was even more distracting. A neon sign that said, “sink into me”.
