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Chapter 20
Brodie
Christ,I’d never fucked anyone into oblivion before.
Nara was turned on as hell, getting worked over in front of a window with a thousand people on the other side of it, and when she finally detonated, I caught her just as she got woozy and began to pass out.
She crumpled into my arms, her skin hot and coated with a sweet layer of perspiration. I carried her to a sofa, donned a condom, and finished the job. Afterward, she couldn’t speak, but clung to me like I was a lifeline. I gathered her onto my lap and patted her clammy face until she came to a few seconds later. She was beyond cute, all curled up in my arms and whimpering, wearing nothing but those damn high heels. No one ever would have guessed she was founder of a tech firm that was about to rocket to success. I guess that’s part of what I loved about her.
Oh shit. Did I say love?
Like. I meant like.
“Wow,” she murmured, looking around the room. “You really are something, hot stuff.”
I helped her to her feet. “You’re not so bad yourself, Miss Happy.”
I helped her step back into her dress and I tied it behind her neck just as it had been before I’d devoured her. She ran her fingers through her mass of hair and pulled out a compact from her purse, possibly to make sure she didn’t have mascara running down her cheeks. Even if she had, I would have wanted to remember her this way, forever.
“You’re beautiful, doll,” I told her.
She put the compact away and gave me a look that almost made me pass out. It was one of warm appreciation, and if I wasn’t losing my mind, kindness. I didn’t know that was a thing much less a turn on, but it blew me away.
I couldn’t think of a thing to say.
“Okay,” she said, smoothing the wrinkles in her dress and taking my hand. “I think I’m presentable enough. Where to now?”
I cleared my throat, my damn coming back to life like it was obsessed.
“Home. With me.”
“Let’s do it.”
* * *
On the wayout of the hotel lobby, I saw Joel and Pam in the distance, arguing and rolling eyes at each other. I could tell by the way Nara averted her head that she’d seen them, too, and didn’t want to get sucked into their drama. We kept our heads down and walked as quickly as her high heels would allow.
Outside in the beautiful evening, I handed my valet ticket to the bellman, who called for my car.
“Well, look who we have here,” said a voice out of nowhere.
I wasn’t sure where it came from, but it was spoken in a very distinct British accent.
But Nara seemed to know, because her grip on my hand tightened so hard I thought she might break my fingers. She inched closer.
I smelled her fear, and instantly slid into protection mode.
A wiry, funny-looking guy sauntered up to us, getting uncomfortably close enough to ooze his bad breath. Given the fact that Nara had moved nearer to me, he had ended up in my personal space as well. Which was his first mistake.
“Can I help you?” I asked him, stepping forward until he had no choice but to step back.
He looked at me with a sneer and then back at Nara.
A light bulb went off. He was the English fucker extorting her for ten grand.
“Simon,” she hissed, looking around, “what are you doing here? This is completely inappropriate.”
He threw his head back and laughed. Just like all dickheads did. “Oh, that’s rich, darling.” He looked me up and down. “I know who you are. I read all about you in Page Six. Mr. Harcourt, did you know you are holding the hand of my wife? My legal wife?”
Nara stepped between us in an attempt to diffuse a situation clearly headed for ugliness. But I held out an arm to keep Simon away.
“Look,” I growled, “I know who you are now that you’ve opened your big fucking mouth. You might want to think about backing off, or this may not end well for you.”
Nara looked nervously from Simon to me and back. “Now, guys…”
But in spite of my warning, Simon ignored me and closed in on her again.
“Look you little bitch,” he spat. “You owe me. And if you don’t come through, you will be ruined. And I will enjoy every second of it—”
I could only guess where he was going with that, because he never finished. With a quick jab from my fist, he’d fallen to the ground screaming in pain, blood pouring out of his nose.
Yup. I’d slugged him.
And I wasn’t done.
I grabbed him by the lapels and pulled him back to his feet. He sputtered and swore, his eyes tearing from the pain.
“Simon? Can you hear me?” I asked.
He continued stammering.
“Simon. I need to tell you something really important. Are you listening?”
He made an attempt at a weak nod.
“Listen carefully. I don’t like repeating myself. If I were you, I would not threaten Nara again. Do you hear me?” I let go of his lapel.
As soon as I did, he stumbled and landed back on his ass. He was shouting what were probably obscenities, but his hysterical state mixed with his accent made his noises indecipherable. It was just as well. I needed to walk away before I got in trouble for assault. If I wasn’t already.
During the fracas, my car had arrived. The valet stood with his mouth as wide open as the car door, waiting for the fight to end, or us to get in the car, or both.
“Thanks, dude,” I said, tipping him. I closed Nara’s door and we headed home.
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