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Before opening the door, I check on Elise, who is soundly sleeping in her pushchair. I let out a sigh of relief as I take in Huxley.
He gives me an odd look as he walks past me into the room. “What is going on?”
I lock the door. “Did you leave your phone in the office?”
He rolls his eyes. “Yes. Why am I here?”
I shake my head and pull him into the bathroom. “Take your clothes off,” I order. I pull my top over my head and feel frustrated when he’s still standing like a statue, watching me with a bewildered look. “Take them off, Hux.”
“Why?” he pushes.
“We’re going to have sex.” I plead with my eyes. “Just do it. Please,” I whisper so quietly.
He doesn’t protest as he quickly works to discard his shoes, suit and shirt.
I do the same until I’m as naked as the day I was born. I raise my brow as I stare at his boxers. “And those.”
He huffs as he pulls them down his legs. We both stand stark naked in the filthy hotel bathroom. I kneel to gather our clothes before dumping them into the bathtub and closing the shower curtain. I then open the bathroom door for him before closing it behind us. The curtain showers a layer of dust as I pull them closed with more force than necessary. I turn the lamp on, and we stare at each other.
“What is going on with you? Because I am not having sex with you.”
I walk over to him. “Can you check the room for any bugs?” I whisper.
His eyes roam the room with disgust. “This place is filthy. It’s probably got bugs everywhere.”
I shake my head. “No. Not that kind. The other kind.”
Huxley steps away from me. “What is going on with you? Do I need to call Xavier?”
Fear crawls over me at the thought. My hands grip his biceps, holding him in place. “No. Please don’t do that. I’ll explain.”
His eyes soften with worry for a moment, but it passes within seconds. His lips press into a line. “Talk.”
Huxley gives me a few minutes to find the words to explain my madness. I don’t know how to explain how we got here.Where did it all go wrong? How did I get myself into this position?
Sensing me feeling overwhelmed, Huxley relaxes his shoulders. “Explain the naked thing first?” His voice is soft and filled with concern.
I nod my head. “In case our clothes are bugged. I can’t have him listening to us.”
He cocks his brow. “He being… Xavier?”
I nod.
“Why would he bug our clothes?”
I take a deep breath. Trusting Huxley is a gamble because he could be on Xavier’s side. Perhaps he’s been playing me too. But a part of me knows he isn’t. Huxleyisa good man, but more importantly, Xavier doesn’t trust anyone.
“Because I’m pretty sure he bugged the guesthouse and the car he gave me. He has cameras all around his house.” I swallow the lump in my throat. I stare at Huxley, wanting to gauge his reaction. “He’s dangerous.” The lump in my throat tightens as tears threaten to spill over. “He’s committed murder. And I think I’m next.” At the admission, my tears fall.
It feels as though Huxley’s features move in slow motion, but they transition fast: confusion, worry, surprise and then bewilderment.
“What are you saying?”
My words come out rushed. “People around him disappear. His mother. His ex-girlfriends. Elliot. Emery. There might be others we don’t know about.”
I expect him to call me crazy and storm out of here. Instead, Huxley bravely sits his naked ass on the bed. “You’re going to have to give me more.”
Okay. This is good. He’s listening.
