Page 93 of Sweet Temptation

“Yeah? How’d that go?”

“He told me if I see Sanchuk around, to report to him first. That what you want me to do?”

Jude was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Yeah. Let the Kings deal with it, if it comes to that.”

“Alright,” I said. I still didn’t like it.

I still didn’t know for sure if I was actually gonna adhere to that request.

In reality, it probably depended on a few things. Like how fast the restraining order came through. And the circumstances, if Sanchuk ever did show up again. If he posed any serious threat to Summer, I was absolutely calling 911.

“Let me know when the restraining order comes through,” Jude said.

“I will.”

I made a few more calls, checked in with Naveen.

The cleaner left sometime after ten, leaving a spotless and fresh-smelling house in her wake. I’d worked out in the sunroom for a bit, while she cleaned my room. I saw her out, took a quick shower, then started searching for a restaurant close by that I hadn’t eaten at yet, to get lunch delivered.

Summer hadn’t come down from her bedroom yet. Though I did hear the cleaner chatting with her when she went up there to clean.

I sent her a text.

Me: You want Thai for lunch? I’m ordering.

Summer: Fuck yes. Coconut curry chicken whatever. Lots of it.

Me: Done.

Summer: And some spring rolls if they have.

Me: Ok.

Summer: And a Thai iced tea.

Me: Anything else?

Summer: I thought you’d never ask. I’ll take a shit ton of coconut rice. And I do mean a shit ton.

I smirked a little. Girl had an appetite. I liked that about her, unfortunately.

Actually… judging by how many cocktails she’d downed last night, the large joint she’d smoked with her girlfriends, the music she’d played while her friends danced, the amount of dancing she’d done herself, and the abundance of hugs she’d given out to everyone who came to her party, Summer Sorensen had an overtly sensual relationship with everything around her, food included.

It was sexy as hell.

And it was a good thing I’d witnessed it in full effect last night. Because I was gonna have to be careful about it. I could too easily imagine myself getting sucked into that sensual aura of hers if I wasn’t on-guard for it.

I couldn’t risk that. I was distracted enough already, just looking in from the outside.

And clearly, there were many men who were already circling.

I really didn’t need to add jealousy to my growing list of distractions on this job.

As I was ordering lunch, Summer came downstairs in a black wrap dress, her hair down around her shoulders and subtle makeup on. She looked gorgeous.

She looked like a woman who belonged on my arm.

Very. Bad. Thoughts.

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