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“Go ahead,” I say, nuzzling closer. “I almost forgot you were there.”
He moves his hips, pushing his cock harder between my ass. “You did?”
“Not when you stab me with that thing.”
He chuckles, kissing me again. “You’re the first woman I’ve slept with two nights in a row.”
“I’m not sure how to take that. Are you admitting that you’re a player?”
“I’m admitting that I’ve never had time for something like this before, but I like it.”
I don’t reply. Instead, I wiggle my hips a little, smiling to myself. I don’t want to admit it, but I like it too. This feels good—his arms around me, his body protecting mine. I feel more comfortable and snugger than I ever have in my entire life. There’s something about the way his arms fit that makes me want him to keep them around me forever.
But there are a thousand reasons why that won’t ever happen. There’s a timeclock on whatever this is. It only comes out at night—in the daylight, I can’t let myself get attached. Once this business with Burian is over, I’m collecting my paycheck and devoting myself to Grandpop again.
For now though, for a night at least, I can let myself be happy.
Chapter17
Renata
The next morning, Lanzo’s gone. There’s a phone lying on the bedside table with a note:This is clean, do what you want with it. I’ll be back later. L.
I shower, make myself some breakfast, then find a cozy spot near the windows. I sit with my knees pulled up to my chest drinking coffee and staring out at the skyline, wondering how I found myself in a place like this.
It’s strange. The view is gorgeous. The couch is comfortable, the newly stocked kitchen is luxurious, but this is all built on violence. The dead FBI agent, the extremely murdery Burian, and even Lanzo’s a killer. I can pretend like I’m on a vacation, but the violence is always there lurking in the corner of my eye. Waiting for me to put my guard down.
I make a call. The phone rings twice before she answers. “Hey, Ren! Haven’t heard from you in a couple days. You okay?”
“Sorry, Amy,” I say, feeling a little sheepish. Normally, I check in with her every day. She must be pretty worried. “Took a job last minute and I’ve just been really busy.”
“Yeah? That’s what Grandpop said, but I wasn’t sure, since you didn’t tell me about it.”
I close my eyes. “How’s he doing?”
“Seemed okay. That home nurse was there.”
“That’s good.” Guilt racks me. I should be back home, helping him out. Right now, he’d be sitting on his chair watching TV after a hard morning of dressing, brushing his teeth, making something to eat. All the things we take for granted. “I hate leaving him like this.”
“I know, but I’ve been telling you for a while—”
“Got to live my life. I know, I know.” I roll my eyes. “You wouldn’t believe where I am right now.”
“Probably not, since you just disappeared without giving me any clue where you were headed.”
I grimace then describe Lanzo’s apartment. “It’s all mine for a little while. Well, mine and the guy I’m staying with.”
She’s silent for a second. “You’re staying with a guy?”
“It’s not like that.” Although it actually sort of is, based on the raw, beautiful sex we’ve been having, but I don’t want to worry her any more than I have to. “He’s just my boss.”
“You’re staying in your boss’s apartment?” I can hear the anxiety in her tone. So much for keeping her calm.
“It’s temporary. This job is a little unconventional.”
“What’s this job, exactly? You’re not, uh—” She clears her throat.
I take a slow, calming breath. “Amy, did you just suggest that I’m prostituting myself?”
