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My eyes flick back up to his, and time stands still for what feels like eons.
When he reaches the bottom of the stairs, Sebastian scurries past him and runs onto the floorboards, snapping me out of my daze.
“Ladies.” Mr. Handsome dips his head as if this is completely normal and shrugs into the T-shirt he was wearing last night. I just noticed it dangling from his hands.
Sebastian tracks back to him, and he crouches down, speaking what sounds like Russian words.
To my surprise, Sebastian sits obediently and puts out his paw, which Mr. Handsome strokes before standing.
“I’ve fed the dog and took him for a walk,” Mr. Handsome says, then looks back at me, raking his gaze over my body. Those dark eyes send scandalous shivers through me. “See you around, Malyshka.”
With a wink, he leaves the room, and I watch him with my jaw still hanging as he continues to the front door and departs.
When the door swings shut behind him, I wonder if I’m dreaming.
I must be, right?
Right?
It’s not until Dru tugs hard on my arm that I remember she’s here, and I realize this is no dream.
“Gwen, who the hell was the hot guy?” Dru blurts.
I open my mouth to answer, but I don’t know what to say.
Other than meeting Mr. Handsome at the bar and having that little embarrassing exchange, I have no idea who he is. Or what I did with him last night.
I don’t remember anything.
ChapterFour
Malik
Ican still feel the intensity of Gwen’s eyes boring into me as I jump into my truck and drive away.
Last night, I parked on the road behind the house like I did on previous occasions. In a town full of busy bodies, it’s best to stay as inconspicuous as possible.
I turn the corner and head down to the dusty road that will take me to the beach house, but those eyes that remind me so much of the sea continue following me.
I feel them on my skin and in my mind.
Judging from how Miss Gwen St. James looked at me and the devastating shock on her pretty face, I’m guessing she probably remembers nothing about last night. Maybe it’s best.
I’m not sure if I was thinking with my head or my dick when I decided it was a good idea to cross the line and take her home.
Admittedly, I’d crossed that line well before that when I talked to her in the bar. When I walked through the doors, I instantly saw her sitting by herself, and like the moth to an open flame, I couldn’t resist.
My mind will do all sorts of mental acrobatics to tell me my actions were part and parcel of my mission. I might even convince myself that I was just sowing seeds to get possible information, but my dick tells me otherwise.
My dick remembers her telling me she wanted to fuck me.
Those words have been ringing through my mind on repeat right from the moment she spoke them.
They bewitched me with some kind of magic and I decided I couldn’t leave her at the bar as I watched her gulp down the rest of her whiskey and lose her mind.
When she got on top of the counter, started singing-off key, stripped down to her bra and panties, then offer sex to two guys who didn’t say no, I stepped in.
Not because I’m one of the good guys. No. I can’t state any claim to being good.
