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She will be. I’ll make sure of it.
Smiling wickedly, I push my way into the en-suite bathroom and catch sight of myself in the mirror. I’m shocked by what I see. There is life in my eyes that hasn’t been there in years that I didn’t realise had dulled so much being here on my own.
This woman has crashed unwanted into my life and single-handedly given a fresh spark to the dying embers of my existence.
Even if I didn’t want her pussy wrapped around my cock, I would now keep her around for the sheer awe she has given me and the life she has breathed back into me that I didn’t know was fading.
12
ISLA
With trembling hands, I let out a shaky breath and hope that I don’t pass out from the sheer weight of that encounter. I’m mad at Sophia for not telling me that her brother is a psychopathic, gun-toting, helpless idiot who has the body of a god that I want to lick all over and climb like a tree, and deep blue eyes that I could drown in.
“Bitch,” I mutter for the hundredth time.
Wiping my mouth in case there is any drool, I turn back to the fridge and push the door carefully closed before leaning against it. I’ve never been held at gunpoint before. Guns are illegal in this country, for a start, but Hemsway is safe and pleasant. I doubt anyone living here would even know where to procure such a weapon.
When my racing heart slows down, I straighten up and open the fridge again. I still have a job to do, and I’m going to prove to Gideon Hawthorne that he owes me an apology for being a complete tool.
Finding a lovely fresh, plump chicken and some veg for roasting, I set about preparing the meal, knowing this is one of Gideon’s favourites. For all she didn’t tell me, Sophia did a great job with her file. And if Gideon wants to compare sizes, I’m more than happy to show him mine.
Leaving the oven on low as it is still relatively early, I head upstairs, wanting to do a bit of exploring and familiarising myself with the layout of this place. Everywhere is spotlessly clean, which speaks to my own heart, so Gideon won’t have any complaints in that department. Meandering along the corridor, past my enormous bedroom, I head further along where the lights are non-existent. Flicking a switch, I blink as low-level lighting casts a glow along the corridor.
“I wonder what’s down here, then…” Looking back over my shoulder, feeling like I’m doing something wrong but not enough to stop, I progress forward, seeing more doors much like the ones near my room.
“What are you doing?”
Gideon’s sharp voice echoes down the corridor, and I freeze, my back still to him.
“Just getting to know the house,” I say, growing a pair and turning around.
His eyes are blazing, but that’s not the only thing I notice. He is dressed in casual black pants and a black shirt open at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to show off his muscular forearms.
Licking my lips is an automatic reaction to seeing him this way. I’m not sure if he is as sexy or sexier than he is when wearing just a towel.
“Don’t. You won’t be here long enough.”
“Says you,” I murmur and watch as his eyes light up at my defiance before hooding in that broody way he has working for him. “Why are you so hellbent on getting rid of me?”
“I don’t want you here.”
“But you doneedme here. That much I know from Sophia.”
“Why?” he asks, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall, practically blocking my exit. “What did she tell you?”
Smirking, I reply, “You don’t want to know.”
Those blue pools of heaven flash dangerously, even though he retains his don’t-give-a-fuck pose. “Don’t be secretive, Ms Harding,” he murmurs.
“That’s rich coming from you,MrHawthorne.”
His eyes go wide, and his nostrils flare. “She didn’t,” he mutters.
“Or do you prefer Richardson? Or maybe I should just call you James Bond.” My mouth has lost the plot. I don’t know what it is, but this man just riles me up. Somewhere along the line, I’ve grown a sassy attitude, and it’s playing with fire right now.
“Excuse me?” he asks, carefully searching my eyes.
“Nothing,” I murmur, realising that probably wasn’t the most tactful thing to say to a spy whose identity has to remain a secret. I don’t want him to think Sophia said anything to me because she didn’t.
