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“I was feeding Hemingway.”
“Your shoes are noisy, too.”
She glanced down at them. He saw the toe of one shoe lift and waited for her to stomp around just to spite him, but she didn’t.
To his surprise, she circled the seat and plopped onto it.
“Have you ever received a letter like that before?”
“Never.” She drew upright and twisted her fingers in her lap.
“I dusted for prints on the envelope, but a lot of people touched it. I sent some of the prominent ones off to my team through a special app made to enhance what a regular camera won’t.”
She nodded.
“My team will run them through the database.”
Again, Bronte nodded.
“In the meantime, it’s best to go about as normal a routine as you can. With that said, you never answered me about the egg rolls.”
The corner of her lips twitched but she didn’t smile. She stood and started out of the kitchen. “Why don’t you order for us? I’m going to put on something more comfortable.”
He watched her ass shake on the way to the kitchen doorway. “Make sure you get rid of the shoes.”
She tossed a look at him over her shoulder. “I’ll dig out some flip-flops.”
He groaned as she walked out.
ChapterEight
Bronte closed the bathroom door and steadied herself against the small shiver that worked through her.
She didn’t know if it was a hot shiver or a cold shiver. Her body warred between reacting to her frightening situation and her smoldering attraction to her bodyguard.
It hadn’t exactly hit out of nowhere. She’d been stuffing it down ever since he threw her on the sidewalk and she learned how amazing his weight felt on top of her.
Leaning on the door, she closed her eyes and spent long heartbeats reliving that kiss. God, it was the hottest thing she’d experienced in her life. And she’d dated some quality men who knew their way around a woman’s body.
Jace had only touched her through her clothes, but it felt like hebrandedher.
She realized she was cupping her breasts to dispel the heavy ache in them and dropped them to her sides.
Nothing could happen between them—she waspayinghim by the day, and that meant he was her employee. She didn’t cross boundaries like that, or take risks with her company. Artemis already had enough issues thanks to Angelica.
Quickly, Bronte washed her hands, hoping the cold water would help cool off other body parts. When she kicked off her shoes, her lips curled at what Jace said about her footwear being noisy. She’d never thought about it.
Then she dropped her clothes in the wicker hamper in the corner and walked into her adjoining bedroom to find some comfy clothes. When she got sick as a child, the first thing her mom had her do was put on PJs. She wasn’t sick, but she needed the same kind of comfort.
Since she wasn’t about to be seen by Jace in such casual attire, she opted for stretchy leggings and an oversized T-shirt with the Artemis logo.
Before she walked out of her room, she located her slippers under her bed and slipped them on.
As the soles slapped the floor, she smiled to herself. Jace was scrolling on his phone and looked up at her entrance. His gaze shot to her feet. She thought he might have grimaced before forcing a blank expression onto his face.
She plopped onto the sofa and reached for a pillow. Cradling it in her lap, she covertly eyed her bodyguard.
Now that she knew how his lips felt, she couldn’t keep her gaze from returning to them again and again. And that beard scruff—so soft yet bristly. Her inner thigh muscles clenched at the memory of how it felt against her skin.
