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I yanked off the parka and made my way to the bathroom. A warm shower and a good sleep were what I needed. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow, I’d pull myself together. I lifted my gaze to the mirror as I undressed and stared into my eyes. Tomorrow, I’d find the damn contact and get away from here, far away from Finley and the torture of his lips. The hiss of the shower came from the room next door. The only problem was, I was starting to like this place…a lot.
I showered, dried, and got ready for bed. But when I slipped between the soft sheets of the king-sized bed, that chill inside didn’t leave. Instead, when I closed my eyes, I thought of him…the one person I wanted to never think of again.
Only then did my body warm.
To the memory of his lips on mine and his tongue in places no one had touched me before.
That warmth spread between my thighs as the memory of his fingers filled me, and the way his eyes had raged warmed me even deeper than his touch could.Jesus…
I shifted in the bed, tossing and turning, and after an hour of the goddamn torture, my will became weak, leaving me to slide my fingers between my thighs.I fucking fisted my cock thinking about you.I squeezed my eyes closed, rubbing and sliding, replacing his touch with mine, hating how even now I wanted him…demon and all.
* * *
A damn truckhad hit me during the night, I was sure of it. Then it backed up and had another attempt or two at doing me in. My feet ached and my mind was foggy. I blinked, stretched, and inhaled the perfect bitter tang of freshly brewed coffee. It was the only thing that wrenched me awake in an instant.
I shoved my hand out, fingers curled, searching for my phone. But there was nothing. I scowled, lifted my head, and forced my eyes to focus. Memories slipped in. The beach, talking to Kat, but before that…I lifted my gaze to the discarded parka on the floor, then to the bed where I was sure I…
A white box sat on the nightstand next to me. I pushed upwards as the blur in my eyes cleared. “What the hell?”
I grabbed the thing, finding a note stuck to the top.
You need a new damn password.
Fin.
Cold plunged through to the center of me. My heart thundered as I drew the box close.“No fucking way,”Igrowled as I opened it.
“Anna?” Kat called and the soft sound of bare feet against the marble came before she appeared in the doorway, carrying two steaming mugs. “Everything okay?”
I just stared at the note…and the brand new iPhone.
“Rose gold? Ooo, that’s pretty,” she said, her voice strained.
I met her gaze, and saw the dark circles haunting her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
The smile was instant before it was hidden by a sip of coffee. “Nothing,” she answered, and jerked her head toward my hand. “Except for that.”
Thatwas the new phone…a phone that had been placed beside my bed,while I was sleeping.A chill worked its way down my spine. But it wasn’t just about the damn phone. It was more about the fact that someone had been inside the apartment…and in my room.
It had weirdo, stalker vibes all over it.
My hands shook as I yanked off the sticky note and opened the phone. My old phone was nowhere to be seen. The cords were perfectly wrapped, but the tape was gone. The moment I tossed the pretty rose gold phone onto the bed and pressed the button, the screen came alive.
The damn thing was charged…and all my apps were loaded.“Motherfucker…”
Kat let out a small bark of laughter. “That mouth,” she chuckled, and came closer, sat on the end of the bed, and handed me a cup.
“Thanks.” I grabbed the cup and took a sip.
But the moment I tried to log into my password, it prompted me to log in for the first time. So, he hadn’t gotten my details, just copied my old apps over?
“Fin, huh?” Kat murmured, taking another sip of her coffee, and nodded toward the discarded note as she rose from the bed with a smirk. “Not entangled, my ass…”
She left me with the coffee and the awful feeling of falling. I swiped my thumb across the screen, finding a new message waiting…
Fin: I’m sorry for last night.
My stomach clenched as I typed:Because you broke into my damn room?
