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I can’t have her run.
So, I should have fucking taken it off.
The thing is, I’m so fucking used to a holster, a gun, having weapons on me, they’re part of me. When they go on, it’s like an old friend, and then I don’t notice until I need it. And then when I do it’s instinctual.
I fucking forgot to take it off.
The leather of the sofa squeaks a little as she sits back. “You’re wearing a gun. Like . . .”
“Avah.” It’s a warning and one I don’t think she’ll listen to.
She breathes out next to me, a soft hiss of air. “Security?”
“I told you, yeah. I mean, did you think I bring flowers to a job?”
She’s quiet a long time. “No, I don’t, but it doesn’t add up. I know people in security have guns, but how many do you have? And you seem so used to checking for injuries.”
Cold coils in my guts.
I don’t say a fucking word because she’s going to say something. And right now, I haven’t exactly lied to her. I’ve omitted a whole world of things, but that shit is also not really her business. I’m not in the line of work that leads to open books and garden parties.
“Nicolo.” She says my name in an almost whisper. This time I look at her.
Her cheeks are flushed, blue eyes are wide, and dark. Blonde hair mussed. Naked. And she stares at me like I’m her fucking enemy.
And it sort of pisses me off. Of all the people in this world, I’m nothing even remotely like her enemy. Unless it comes to her V card. Even then, she’s acting desperate to lose it. And I’m trying. I’m really fucking trying to be good here.
“Nicolo, what?
“I want you, Avah, like nothing or no one before. That’s the truth. The rest of it is . . . dressing.”
The minute I tell her what I do, I have to explain the Mia and Scarlett angle.
Maybe she’s just picked up some weird stalker dude, but considering her father’s business, I think it’s more than a weirdo with a crush. My instincts scream that. I can’t have her run.
And fuck. Maybe I want her to look at me, at least a little while, without judgment.
“We need to talk,” I say. “But not right now. Right now, I’m going to have a fucking shower, and you just get changed. I’ll leave shorts on the bed for you.”
I get to my feet and head for the bedroom. But then I pause, looking back at her.
“Be here when I get out.”
In the bathroom, I strip down and get under the heavy, hot spray. I’d love to take my cock in my hand and stroke myself to orgasm. Relieve the tension. But she’s out there, and . . .
Fuck.
I grab the soap and start to lather when there’s a knock on the glass door.
There she is outside.
Naked.
ChapterFourteen
AVAH
My heart is hammering hard.
