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“What are you doing? This isn’t the way to my car.”
“I’m taking you to my hotel room so we can talk in private. I need to explain things to you.”
I thought I knew what he wanted to “explain” to me.
“Why not start with why you’re staying in a hotel? Don’t you live in Atlanta?”
“That’s one of those need-to-know things.”
“Okay. But—if you take me somewhere and kill me, I’m going to be really upset.”
He flashed a grin at me, and I realized it was the first time I’d ever seen him smile. It transformed him from merely gorgeous to devastating.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied.
He reached for my hand and squeezed it. “You’re safe with me. I promise.”
For some reason—and I think I’ve established I’m not too smart when it comes to men—this reassured me and the last of my barriers fell. Or at least they crumbled quite a bit.
“The things you said just now—about me just being a case that you’re working? I thought…”
He sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry for that. You shouldn’t be more, but we both know you are.”
We were both quiet for a few blocks until he pulled into the parking lot of a nice hotel. It was a chain, but a nice one, large, impersonal, and fairly high-end. He parked and turned toward me.
“Everything I said back there is true. I just don’t seem to be able to help myself much when it comes to you.”
“Oh.”
“Look, Malone is a psychopath. And that’s the least of it and all I can share with you now. He can appear to be intelligent, even charming. He’s great at mimicking emotions, but it’s all an act.”
“But Dylan’s not crazy.”
“Oh, I think he is. And he manipulates humans for his personal gain,” he said.
“Humans?”
He made a sound of exasperation. “People. You know what I mean. I think he carefully plotted this disappearance for his own purposes, and he’ll take out any barriers that stand in his way. I have a hunch that he can be motivated by revenge too, even if it means destroying others. Maybe even especially if it means that. Like he did to you in New York.”
I shook my head. “But Dylan loved me. I know he did.”
He shrugged. “Maybe. But he has a hard time with anger. Psychopaths can pretend to be interested in you, even to love you. But in reality, he probably doesn’t care all that much. Or even if he did, his own needs would still come first.”
That didn’t answer the question of why he would go after me now. I wasn’t giving him anything anymore. I shook my head, unwilling to believe what he was saying, though a part of me knew it might be true. Still, it was hard to abandon the dream of who I thought Dylan was. I guess he had been a part of the magic of New York City for me. And it was hard to give all that up along with my dreams of a life there, and to admit that it had only ever been smoke and mirrors. Even though it was over for us, it was hard to admit that my life and everything I thought I knew had been a lie.
“Come on. Let’s go inside.”
I followed him into the lobby of the hotel and into an elevator. We went down a long hallway to his room. It was neat inside, with a suitcase near the window and the bed made up. There was also a TV and some chairs. The TV was a big flat screen hanging on the opposite wall from the bed. He threw his keys on the coffee table and gestured toward the little refrigerator.
“Would you like anything to drink?”
I turned to look and him, and he reached for me, pulling me into his arms. He pressed his body to mine, and I was instantly hard, instantly panting for him.
We both began shedding our clothes while trying desperately to keep kissing.I could finally admit to myself that I had been wanting more of him ever since the last time, dreaming of being with him like this since that first morning he’d shown up at my door. Then, I’d thought having him was impossible, but here he was, and I couldn’t get enough. I stroked my hand up and down his hardness and he groaned and brushed my fingers aside, impatiently unfastening my trouser, and then slipping his hand inside to wrap it around my cock. He slowly stroked me as he captured my lips again. His mouth was warm and soft against mine. I could have stayed kissing him forever, except that my need to have him deep inside me was even more urgent. I tugged him toward the bed.
“Anxious, are we?”
“I am—I don’t know about you.”
