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"Do I seem like one?" I ask him pointedly.
He smirks, and I tell myself to get back on my game. You're okay. You can do this.
We go about twenty feet down the hallway on the left, and Hunter stops, opening the door to a room that's done in green—just like another room, in another of his homes. "This will be yours."
"It's lovely."
He nods once. "It should have everything you need."
"Thank you.” I'm still confused. I wish I had the nerve to ask more questions. To find out why he wants me hanging around here for a week, and why he’s seems find with the possibility that he might not get what he paid for. We do have chemistry. I know that much. So what gives?
He looks me over, head to toe, and I feel a blush cover my cheeks. "You can dress however you want." I look at him like he’s crazy, and he adds, “I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to walk around the house half-naked .”
Does he not want to see me?
"Are you sure you don't want me to just go home? Because I can. If this isn't...you know, working out."
He puts his hand on the small of my back and pushes me gently into the room. "I'm sure, Libby." He leans on the doorway. "Call for me if you need something. Press one on the phone, and it will ring my cell."
And that's it. He's gone, and I'm alone in my lingerie and silky robe, feeling more confused than ever.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
~HUNTER~
This is a fucking mess.
I am a fucking mess.
I gave her the room adjoining mine? Really? I drop my head into my hand and use my fingertips to rub my throbbing temples. I haven't slept in days and having Libby next door isn't going to help. Shit is hitting the fan with this Sarabelle situation, which means having Libby here is an even worse idea.
So why did I do it?
It's not that hard to figure out. I didn't want anybody else fucking her. And it’s not a caveman thing. I don't want to possess her—I don’t want to possess any woman.
And yet…she's got some kind of voodoo on my cock and balls, and I sure as shit don't want any other man to have her. Especially if she's a virgin.
Jesus H.
Libby DeVille, a fucking virgin. I knew she felt tight when I had my fingers inside her pussy, but I thought she was just inexperienced. Not a goddamned virgin.
I'm leaning against the hallway wall, hard as a baseball bat and straining against my fly, when I get a call from Dave.
"What's up, man?"
"Bad news." My stomach sinks, and I hustle down the hall, hoping to put as much distance as I can between Libby and this shit. "In addition to claiming all Sarabelle's client logs earlier today, the FBI is out at Love Incorporated right now. Went in the back way, across that desert and that patch of grass behind the left manor. They haven't gone inside but one of my sources there says they're asking who won the bid tonight. They're getting hotter on your tail, for lack of a more apt expression.”
That's because I'm being fucking framed, but I'm not telling Dave that.
"Fuck."
"I'd feel the same way if I were in your position."
I grit my teeth. "Keep me posted, okay?"
"Sure thing."
The line goes dead, and I suck a big breath down. Fucking Priscilla. Now that my boner is gone, I practically run down to my office, where I page my head of security, Julian, and give him instructions on how I want this place protected. Then I pull out my .38, stick it in the holster I wear up against my abs, and pull my tight black t-shirt off. I stride to one of the guest rooms, grabbing a white undershirt out of a package I keep in the top drawer for visitors. Then I pull on my ragged-out bomber jacket and go back into my office.
