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His voice got quieter, his tone kinder, and I slowly exited the back seat, going back around to the front. My head buzzed with the knowledge that a doctor had prescribed… sex. What the hell kind of quack would do that?
Valentine gave her brother the explanation of all that had transpired since I left her to get her purse. Her reflection in the rearview mirror was defeated as she answered her brother’s questions.
“No, don’t tell the rest. Don’t tell anyone. Not that anyone can c-call me,” she muttered, then took a breath, calming herself. “That’s why I had to use the necklace. My stupid phone fell between the seats of the jerkoff’s Beemer… No, he didn’t do any crime. I got out of his car while he had his hands full. Well, one hand, half-full.” She cringed. “Yeah, sorry, TMI. I just want to go home now. Don’t fire Donovan. I need him.” She went quiet for a long moment. “I need him to take me home, okay? And…” Her eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. “I trust him, Nicky. I trust him with my life.”
A long pause.
“No. He doesn’t scare me. He would never hurt me.”
My heart thumped.
She handed me the phone over the seat, and I spoke quietly into the receiver. “You heard that, Mr. Paxson? Someone needs to track her phone and send his details to the local police. He needs to be in jail now.”
“Needs to be?” My boss’s tone was lethal, his voice loud enough that every word he said could be heard clearly in the Hummer. “She said she wasn’t hurt. Did he…”
“No, she’s fine. She was cold, that’s all. A little shaken.”
“Then why does he need to be in jail?”
“Because he left her in the snow, on the side of the road. And it’s the only place he’ll be safe from me.” The only thing that would keep me from murdering that fucking twit would be iron bars.
“Consider it done. Take her home, Donovan. Give her whatever she asks for, whatever she needs. She’s fragile.”
“I know.”
“Don’t forget it.”
Chapter 5
Valentine
I’d never wanted a cheeseburger so badly in my life. My stomach was roaring to be filled. Or maybe it was a part of me a little lower needing the filling. Donovan’s weirdly scent-free hotness was making me hungry. And thirsty.
That was an idea. I could order a bottle of water and spill it all over him. Discover if his scent matched his physique. Strong, robust, thick as his thighs… Crap. My panties were growing damp.
Who was I kidding? It didn’t matter if he smelled like old tuna. I wanted to roll around in whatever smell he had until it coated me inside and out.
I didn’t want a cheeseburger. I wanted his cheeseburger, all up in my bun.
I almost giggled, but my wild thoughts of washing Donovan down with water and my hands, to discover the natural scent he must have as an alpha, had me squirming in my seat. “What does a girl have to do to get a cheeseburger around here?” I mumbled aloud.
One thick eyebrow quirked up in the rearview mirror. “Are you buckled in?”
“I am now,” I grumbled, knowing he wouldn’t start driving until I’d done it. I’d already slipped my wet, uncomfortable boots off. But the seatbelt felt too tight as well, and I really didn’t want to wear it. The part over my chest was smothering me. Maybe if I didn’t unbuckle it, but just let the top part slide behind my back…
“Don’t even think about it.”
I froze. “Think about what?”
“About taking your seatbelt off. You’re precious cargo.”
“Cargo?” I sniffed. “Just what every girl wants to be called.” The blanket he’d put around me was nice, but not enough. I pulled the seatbelt halfway over my head and moved around on the seat, reaching for the extra blanket that I knew was under the bench seat. I’d seen Donovan put a new one or two in the Hummer, and it had been all I could do not to take them out and build a mini-nest in the back seat. But my sisters would have teased me for eternity.
They had already been pointing out how Donovan stared at me, and took special care to open my doors first, and carry all my things. I’d reminded them it was his job.
But I’d wanted it to mean something. My inner omega had hoped for more. Suddenly, a wave of need washed over me.
More blankets would help. I slid farther out of the seatbelt, trying to get the third blanket that was just out of reach.
