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But I don’t want to use Luca yet. “We’ll lay low,” I repeat. “And if I need anything, I’ll let you know.”
“But she’s alright?”
Define alright. “Tell the boss she’s fine. I have her with me, not a scratch on her.”
“Good to know. I’ll tell him.” I would like to tell him myself, but I don’t particularly feel like getting bitched out for missing the fact that I was being tailed. I could have gotten her killed.
The thought alone balls my fist, which I then slam against the wall. We could’ve both died tonight because I was too busy being distracted by my cock. This is why it was better when she was far away.
“It isn’t your fault.”
I didn’t know she left the bathroom. Now she’s standing there in a t-shirt and shorts, her face clean, her feet bare. She looks like a kid again, but there’s no letting go of what I saw earlier. The woman. The woman I’ve been incapable of forgetting.
“What happened, I mean,” she murmurs. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I know. It’s your fault.”
Her mouth falls open when she gasps. “You bastard.”
“The bastard who almost died tonight because you ran away like a spoiled brat and made me come looking for you.”
She walks slowly, one measured step after another, holding my gaze as she crosses the room. I wait, wondering what she’ll choose to do.
The slap sounds louder than it feels, but I get the message. I catch her wrist before she can draw her arm back again, making her wince when I take hold. “There are a lot of things you could do to me with these hands, and I wouldn’t say no.”
I haul her in close, then press a hand against her lower back to hold her in place. She tries to pull herself free but it’s a waste of time. “Don’t ever put your hands on me in anger again,” I warn. “Or you’ll lose your hands.”
Her eyes glitter with hatred that only makes me crave her worse than ever. “You want to believe that, don’t you? But you and I both know you’d lose more than your hands.”
“You sure do like being a Giordano when it’s convenient for you.”
“Fuck you.”
“You wish.” I push her away, toward the bed. “Now go to sleep. We both have to rest while we can.”
Again her mouth falls open. “You don’t think you’re getting into this bed with me.”
“Don’t I?” I kick off my shoes. “I have hours of driving ahead of me, and there’s a chance it’ll be the sort of driving I did earlier. I need sleep.”
She pulls extra pillows from the closet and arranges them in a line down the center of the bed. “Don’t even think about crossing this line.”
I can’t help but laugh, which only makes her cheeks go red. “If I wanted to claim the pussy I bought tonight, it’d take a lot more than pillows to stop me.”
This is going to be a long night.
Chapter Seven – Olivia
How the hell am I supposed to sleep with him next to me? The jerk. The pig. Arrogant, smug, cruel. What, just because he can maneuver a car, I’m supposed to let him talk to me that way? Big deal.
It’s no use. I squeeze my eyes shut and command myself to go to sleep, but sleep’s about as far away as the moon. I’ve never shared a bed with a man before. Especially not this man. Someone who hates and resents me. He always has. So why can’t I stop wanting him?
Even now, my pussy moistens with excitement. This is pathetic. I’m not some clueless schoolgirl. It’s not like I didn’t meet men when I’d go out with Sera to the club her family owned. But they knew who I was. They knew we might flirt or even make out a little, but that’s as far as it could go if they didn’t want a bullet hole between their eyes.
And Beckett thinks I’m ridiculous for wanting freedom.
Though what did freedom get me? It’s not like I ran around, fucking anything that moved. On the contrary. I haven’t even had a night out in over a year. I can’t remember the last guy I kissed. It’s been that long. So I guess I can be forgiven for getting wet.
The temptation to roll over and look at him is too much to resist. I do so, eyes closed at first, grabbing one of the pillows between us and wrapping my arms around it.
