“Oh, she very much trouble, then.” He chuckles again.
This was a bad idea as I flip him off. “You going to be able to deal with all this while I’m babysitting?”
“Yeah, I got you,” Jose tells me.
I throw back the rest of my beer. “Right, well, I guess I better go and check in on my house guest.”
“Good luck, boss.”
Maybe kitty and I need to have a chat and lay out some ground rules. This is my house, and if she wants to stay in my house, she’s going to have to tell me what the hell is going on. With each step I become confident with my idea. Stomping up the front stairs, I open the door and walk through my home before coming to a complete stop.
Fuck.
11
ELENA
Thankfully, moments later, my phone buzzes.
Sophie: Heads up, Nash is asking questions.
Sophie: I told him you were a journalist undercover on a job writing about the cartel while looking for your friend.
Ellie: Thanks, that’s a great story.
Sophie: Don’t let the beach bum façade fool you he’s a smart guy.
Ellie: Already noticed that. He kind of threw me for a second.
Sophie: Wow. Never thought you would confess to any shortcomings.
Ellie: I said it was for a second.
Sophie: Don’t kill him.
Ellie: He is annoying.
Sophie: He’s suspicious.
Ellie: Fine. I promise not to kill him because he’s annoying.
Sophie: Don’t kill him at all.
I smile at Sophie catching that caveat.
Sophie: Good luck.
Ellie: Thanks, you too.
Sophie, you just saved my ass. I sink into the pool, my mind racing as I slowly feel Ellie Clark the undercover journalist cover slide over my skin.
12
NASH
All rational thought leaves my mind as my eyes narrow in on the hottest scene laid out before me. My dick twitches in my shorts and I adjust it. The temptress is laid out in the tiniest bikini, sunbathing on the edge of my infinity pool. One arm is slung over her eyes, while the other is dragging through the water. One of her long legs is bent, the other is lying flat. There is nothing but curves and tanned skin laid out before me. I stand there, for I don’t know how long, staring at her.
Fuck.