Page 25 of The Rook


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But today was a new day, and I was just a little bit closer on that last point. I had a lead that I had completely overlooked before. The problem was that I couldn’t easily go about unencumbered.

I didn't exactly try to sneak out of the flat. I was just in a hurry. I had stayed in my room until the last possible second.

After last night, I decided it was better if Westin and I avoided each other for a while. And if I was being honest, he was going to ruin my little recon trip with all his ‘safety this and safety that’ bullshit.

There was a group home that had taken older kids when they aged out of the one that my sister and I had been in.

I'd hoped to take the day and head out there. I wanted to get there when the administrator would be there. When I called yesterday, she said she'd be there this morning. So I had to hustle, and I had to wait until Westin was done working out. Apparently, he was a morning workout person. And well, his workouts sounded an awful lot like sex. Not that I had listened at the door or anything, because that would just be creepy. He was just very loud and enthusiastic with his grunting. And he liked to mutter things like, “One more, you can do one more.” And, “Ah, there it goes.” And, “Fucking hell, that's so tight.”

It was hardly my fault that my brain went straight into the gutter. The moment I heard the shower going, I rushed to get my things.

Yes, I knew what it looked like. I knew it appeared as if I was sneaking out, but it was more of a calculated departure.

God, I was so close. Backpack on, coffee cup in hand, when that voice, a low deep baritone, called out from the corner of the kitchen. "Just where the fuck do you think you're going?"

I whipped around, causing my bag to fall off my shoulder. "Jesus fucking Christ, why do you keep doing that?"

"Nissa, where the hell are you going?"

"Nowhere."

"It looks like you're going somewhere without me."

"I just was going to grab some coffee."

"Then why is there a to-go cup in your hand?"

I frowned. "I thought you were in the shower."

"Wow, so you really waited until I was in the shower before trying to run out?"

I sighed. "Well, it was worth a try." Sonofabitch. I wasn't going anywhere without him today.

It was then that I realized he was shirtless and in a towel. Oh, for fuck's sake.

He marched toward me, and instinctively, I backed up against the door. "What?"

"Hand them over."

"What?"

"Your phone, and your keys."

I shook my head. "No."

I watched as his left hand tightened on his towel as if it had started to loosen. My gaze traveled down his body, and I couldn't help slightly licking my lips as they hit his belly button and just a little bit of… Oh my God. There's no way that was his dick. The imprint looked like an anaconda. Jesus.

Don’t you remember?

That was the problem. I did remember.

He cleared his throat. "Again, you can take a picture. It'll last longer. Keys. Phone."

"No, I'm not giving them to you."

"Don't you dare for a moment think that I will not drop this towel and forcibly take them from you if it means you being in this flat when I finish my shower."

"If you put your hands on me, I swear to God, my father will end you."

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