Who the fuck is she?
Neither of us looks away, like it’s a duel. I don’t like it. I don’t like the way she makes me feel. Challenging me.
Yet…
Besides my cock that stirs to attention, there is another feeling that stirs inside me.
Curiosity.
I want to pull her apart piece by piece and see what she is made of. What makes her tick. Angry. Happy. Afraid…
I need to deal with her.
But not now.
And I don’t trust her to be on her own.
“I need a guard at my place,” I say into the radio, keeping her gaze. “Make it two.”
Her brow cocks arrogantly.
I want to see how her face changes when she has her pretty mouth full of my cock. She’ll like it, I know her type.
That’s decided.
Later.
I turn on my heel and walk toward the door, leaving her behind, feeling her stare burrow into my back.
“Archer!” she calls behind me, and I turn to see that hands-crossed-over-her-chest pose but no arrogance this time when she says, “You never gain anything by ruining other people’s lives.”
I close the door behind me.
She doesn’t get it.
This island is a mess.
Iam a mess.
There are way too many things that ruin my peace.
And the main one just made it to town.
31
KAI
Candy givesus the same room I stayed in last night. I hope it’s a good sign, because now Callie is with me.
I tell Candy how things went down on the Westside as she listens with a tiny smile and occasional glances at Callie.
“The first cargo boat leaves at dawn,” she says when I finish. “I hope you know what you are doing. So have some rest. You’ll need it. And a lot of luck, sweetie.”
She tells me about the port security, throwing in some logistics info that I need in order to make our way to the boat unnoticed.
“You owe me, pretty boy,” she says, lighting another cigarette and pushing off the doorframe.
“I know, Candy. I know. Thanks.” I wish I had more to offer than my words. “You are the best.”