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"When he hangs up the phone, the both of us walk over to my car and get inside. Somehow, the confined space of the car exasperates all my intense and conflicting urges.
Kai Yang is the last man I should have in the passenger seat of my car. He's the opposing counselor of an ongoing investigation. He's the man who is defending a possible thief. He's also the first man in a long time that makes me want to say fuck it all, while I lay back and let him have his way with me.
CHAPTER FIVE
KAI
The drive to my house is tense. Both sexually and filled with suspicion.
I heard what those low lives said as they tried to jump me. That this isn't the road that I wanted to go down.
Of course, as a member of an underground fighting organization, it would make sense for me to think that they were talking about that part of my life. The issue with that theory is those dumb fucks actually tried to jump me. They attempted to best me in hand-to-hand combat. If they came from another fighter, they would have known that I'm not so easy to take down. That only leads me to believe that those assholes were talking about this diamond heist case the authorities are trying to pin on Rhett. A couple million dollars worth of jewels is more than enough to threaten someone.
I'm not sure what Rhett got pulled into, but I'm starting to think this is much bigger than just a case of mistaken identity.
"This the place?" Marcella says from the side of me, and it's only then that I look out the window of the car to see the front of my townhouse. Sometimes being completely lost in thought can be a bad thing.
"Yeah, sorry, I was zoned out." I apologize and look over to Marcella. She's gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles white with the effort. For someone so strong willed I'm surprised that she isn't just the type of person to say what's on her mind. It's obvious from her entire demeanor that she wants to say something.
An hour ago when she was walking out of my office, I had a hard time staying away from her. But now after this mess with those thugs, I'm a little more wary than before.
What if she's part of whatever the hell is going on? She could be trying to get closer to me to find out if there's any information I know, or she could be more deadly than I originally thought. I cut my eyes in her direction one more time and shake away that last idea. The woman looks like she might jump away from a kitten's meow.
If she's dangerous, I doubt she'd pose much of a problem for me. "Thanks for the ride." I say, reaching for the door handle.
"Of course." her face turns up into a tight smile, and she gulps loudly.
"You think maybe you want to come in for a drink of water. Let the adrenaline drain from our bodies?" I say, and inwardly I smack my palm against my forehead. I don't need to think about nothing draining out of my body when she's around.
"Actually, I really would appreciate that. I didn't think I would be so affected by what happened this afternoon, but it seems like I was wrong. It feels like my insides are vibrating." She admits as she flops back hard against her seat.
"Yeah, that's totally understandable. I'm sorry you had to witness that." I say.
"Witness, you're the one who had to go through it." She scoffs at me, pushing my concern for her to the side.
I shrug haphazardly, but the second I do a sharp pain shoots through my shoulder blade. The hormones that were running through my system earlier when I thought I was in danger have vanished, and now I'm starting to feel the pain of the fight I was just in. Not to mention the fight I was in just yesterday as well. My body has been through the ringer the past few days. Marcella raises her eyebrow at me and pulls her lips into a tight line.
"You told me you weren't hurt." she spits.
"If it means anything to you, I wasn't hurting when I said it." I chuckle as I step out of the car and make my way over to her side. By the time I get to her, that snide look on her face turns to one of shock when I open her door for her.
"You're looking at me like you didn't think I had any home training."
She puffs a breath through her nose, "Kai, about ninety percent of the human population doesn't have much home training."
"Lucky for you, I've always been the exception." My voice is low, but the effect I have on her is still very clear.
She stares at me for a second before she shakes her head and takes a step back, "This is your place. It's a great neighborhood."
I'm grateful for the distraction. I need to figure out what she knows before I even think about exploring these urges with her. "I was lucky to be looking for a home when it came on the market." With that, I walk up the three steps to the front door and I let her in. I stay in the main foyer for a second, just to make sure I don't hear anyone inside. The incident at my office has made me a bit paranoid, but it's to be expected.
I'm happy to find that everything is exactly the way I left it when I went to work this morning. From my dark blue Persian rug, to ornate nineteenth century oak dining room table. Everything is perfect.
I pull my jacket off and hang it on the hook right by my door. Everything has its place, and I try to make sure that I put everything where it belongs.
"Wow, did you have a home decorator?" Marcella asks as she walks slowly towards my main sitting room.
I've never been the type of person to really boast about what I had, but my house is truly a point of pride for me. I wasn't lying when I said I was lucky to be searching for a house at the very moment this one became for sale. It also didn't hurt that I had more than three quarters of the entire mortgage ready to put down. I was ready to move in the minute the broker told me that I could.
