Page 27 of Playing With Danger

I was a healthy woman who hadn’t had anything but self-induced orgasms for a very long time and besides it wasn’t my fault Hot Cop had the best ass I’d ever seen. Not to mention he also had the biggest dick I’d ever seen. I had yet to do my internet research to know if he was abnormally large or if I’d gotten shafted in the sex department and had only been with under-average men.

“Soph,” Hayden called.

Right.

No more thinking about Valentine’s perfectly formed penis.

“I needed to air out the apartment,” I explained as I walked down the hall.

“Why?” Hayden asked.

“Because Valentine tried to kill me,” I announced when I made it to the living room.

The man in question was lounging in one of the papasan chairs. I didn’t want to notice how comfortable he looked or how much I liked seeing him in my living room. But there it was; he looked fabulous in my home. Though he looked better hanging in the doorway of my bedroom.

Hayden’s attention went to Valentine.

“How’d you try to kill her?”

It must be noted Hayden didn’t sound alarmed at this news. Nor did he ask Valentine about his attempted murder in an accusatory tone.

“No clue, we haven’t gotten that far,” Valentine informed Hayden. “All I know is everything is my fault. That everything includes her being unable to run her empire and wearing a rubber duckie shower cap. Beyond that, I got nothing.”

Hayden nodded like that sounded about right.

“You staying for dinner?”

Dinner?

At Hayden’s question I looked at my watch. Holy shit, it was after seven. I glanced out the window behind Valentine. It was no longer bright but still light out. It didn’t get dark out until closer to nine. Such was summer in Georgia.

I’d lost a whole day.

“El Cabrito?” Valentine shot back.

“Soph? Seafood fajita burrito? Extra guac?” Hayden gratuitously asked.

He knew my order from El Cabrito never changed.

“Yep,” I said and flopped down onto the couch, suddenly exhausted from all my frantic cleaning.

“Is it safe to shut the door and windows and turn the AC back on?”

“Do you still smell Liquid Plumr and Soft Scrub mixed together?”

“Jesus,” Hayden clipped.

“Told you he tried to kill me,” I mumbled, my energy waning fast.

“How is this Valentine’s fault?”

I shifted just my head on the couch and flicked my gaze up to look at Hayden.

“It’s his fault because this morning he ordered me a special concoction of caffeine, vanilla, copious amounts of sugar, and some sort of poisonous ingredient that temporarily gives you a wicked case of attention deficit disorder that makes it impossible to concentrate or sit still or remember you poured drain cleaner in the tub which means you forgot to flush the drain before you dump Soft Scrub in and the chemical reaction to that is smoke. This special coffee blend also gives you a serious case of the jitters and a dose of false ambition.”

“A vanilla Red Eye with three shots.”

I watched Hayden’s eyes round at Valentine’s explanation. Mine didn’t round; they narrowed as I shifted to look at the sexy caffeine pusher.

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