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Sure. I nod, closing the laptop, and shove it aside.
“Did you find anything on the guy?”
Irrational anger floods my veins. When I checked with Aldo again this morning there was still no word on the good doctor. My guys had brought in a few dirt bag rapists and pumped them for info, but so far, we’d come up empty. “No,” I grit out.
Her cheery expression falters, and it’s like a damned knife in the gut. “Okay, well I’m going to jump in the shower.” She throws her thumb over her shoulder.
I watch her as she rifles through that pink tote bag and pulls out something red, but I’m too distracted by the lacy bra and thong that accompany it. She straightens, and I force my gaze away from her ass as she marches toward the bathroom.
When she reaches the door, she twists her head back and tosses me a smile. “Merry Christmas, D.”
The door closes behind her before I can respond. Shit, in all the turmoil, I’d completely forgotten about Christmas.Cazzo, Caroline… I was supposed to do brunch with her and her family today.
I drag my phone out of my pocket as indecision wars in my gut. Earning the Dumphries’ displeasure is the last thing I need with my precarious hold on King Industries. The rush of water jerks my attention to the bathroom door. A clear voice seeps through the door, singing some song I’ve heard on the radio a million times. The corner of my lip hitches up as Rose belts it out. My gaze darts between the bathroom door and my phone. Fuck it.
I type out a lame excuse to Caroline about being sick and shove the phone back in my pocket. Unexpected relief blossoms in my chest the moment I hit the send button. I must end things with that woman somehow.
My phone vibrates and I pull it out again, scanning the message from Aldo. Still nothing from Dr. Mark. The guy has completely disappeared which only serves as confirmation he’s behind it. When I get my hands on the asshole, I’ll tear him to shreds.
Before I can put my phone away, my eye catches the number of unopened emails in my inbox, and I hiss out a curse. I stare at the screen for a few minutes before giving up. It’s fucking Christmas Day, don’t I at least get one day off? I chuck the phone across the bed as the door to the bathroom creaks open.
My eyes dart in the direction of the sound and find Rose peering through the crack in the door, wrapped in an indecent towel. “Uh, I need my body lotion. Could you hand it to me?” She points at the pink bag atop the bed.
“Christ, what am I, your maid, sweetheart?” The corner of my lip flips up despite my best effort at surly. “Come out here and get it yourself.”
Her eyes taper at the edges as she regards me. “You’re just hoping my towel slips off again, aren’t you, you dirty old man?”
A laugh squeezes out, shaking my entire damned chest. “Old man? I’m not even thirty yet.”
“You’re practically ancient compared to my fresh twenty-two years.”
“Don’t test me, Rosa. Even I have my limits.”
“Hard limits?” She smirks. “Because I know a few great safe words—”
I throw my hand up cutting her off before she has me hard again. “Fine, I’ll get it.” I slowly rise and march to the bed, rifling through her bag until I find the lotion. Tahitian vanilla. Of course. Gripping the purple bottle, I saunter toward her at a snail’s pace, taking in the tiny droplets of water dripping down her chest and disappearing beneath the plush towel.
I will it to fall.
Fall. Fall, damn it.
When I finally reach her, I let out a frustrated growl.
“What?” She eyes me, full lips puckered.
“It pisses me off when things don’t go my way.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing,” I grumble and hold out the lotion.
She reaches for it, but I snatch it away at the last instant forcing her to stumble out into the bedroom. “Dante….”
“What?” I give her an innocent smile.
“Give it to me.” She tightens the towel around her, cinching it beneath her underarms.
“What do I get in return?” A wicked grin curls at the edges of my mouth.
