She’s telling me exactly what I need to do to earn her forgiveness.
Fuck. She wants me to redeem myself.
Once the guard opens the door, she gives me a cutting look over her shoulder. Her brows rise in a slow arch, silently begging for me to answer.
Are you going to be honest with me?
Are you coming in?
Am I worth it?
Emotionally spent from this fucking day, I can’t find the words quick enough. She shakes her head and walks into the lobby, leaving me behind.
It triggers the memory of her walking away from me on the day she left my house. It’s as vivid and soul-crushing as it was that day. The coldness of a life without her threatens to freeze my bones.
No. I can’t let her go again.
Before the guard fully closes the door, I thrust my hand out to prevent it from shutting. “Wait.”
That’s my girl. And I’m not letting her go without a fight.
Chapter 49
Mine, mine, mine
LETTIE
I’m gonna end up having sex with him if he comes inside with me. Resisting him ain’t a flower that grows in my garden. Never has been.
Four steps. That’s how many I take into the lobby before he stops me.
Four.
I threw down the challenge, and he’s answering the call.
After wrapping his arm around my waist, he presses his front to my back and hovers his mouth an inch from my ear. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” His velvety tone travels over my entire body until it’s practically sucking on my clit.
His dominant side will be the death of me.
Feigning aloofness, I toss, “I suppose you can come to my room if you can get past security.”
He releases me, taking a step toward the guard.
I grab his wrist to stop him. “If you’re lying about being willing to talk just to get me alone, I’ll castrate you.”
His returning smirk makes my knees weak and my brain short circuit.
From here on out, I predict focusing on getting him to talk will be markedly more challenging. Especially with visions of all the ways I want him to fuck me running through my mind.
“Be right back. Let me cut Sawyer loose.”
He dashes outside to send the class clown back to school, only to return a few seconds later to retrieve the cookie from the Panera bag still clutched in my hand. Then he disappears again. After flashing his Redleg badge and telling the armed guard at the door that I’m under his protection, the guard pulls me aside to confirm I’m supportive of Tomer accompanying me.
Sadly, the guard missed a golden opportunity to do the whole... blink twice if you feel unsafe kind of thing. Bummer.
If Tomer didn’t already have a working arrangement with the shelter, I don’t think they’d have let him inside.
The way he addressed the guard keeps running through my mind, warming me from the inside out.