Page 45 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Another time. I promise.”

“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

“With you, I just don’t want to lie.”

Cara yawns and starts to stretch. It’s still relatively early, but it has been an eventful few days.

“I’ll take the couch. Okay if I grab a quick shower?”

“Yes, of course. Be my guest.”

I leave Cara outside and head back into the room. Pulling out my grooming kit, I head into the bathroom.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I look as exhausted as I feel. I won’t let anyone know, but I’m damn tired of all this running around. Maybe after I catch the Marlin, I’ll feel reinvigorated, or it’ll be the final sign that I’m meant to become a normal businessman.

I take a quick shower so that Cara is able to get to bed soon. Even with this large of a suite, it only came with one king-size bed. The double room suites must have all been taken.

It’s fine; I’ve slept on rocks before on a mission, so a pull-out sofa will be good.

As I get out, I quickly dry off and realize that I must have left my pajama pants out in the living room area. I wrap the towel around my waist and walk out of the room to fetch them.

“What the hell!” Cara shrieks.

“What?” I ask, stunned.

Cara’s eyes rake over my body, and I follow her line of sight and grin.

I suppose my torso is still naked.

I can’t help but enjoy the way she’s drinking in every inch of me. I work damn hard for this body, and for once, someone I want to appreciate the way I look currently does.

“Like what you see?” I taunt.

Cara’s eyes snap up to mine, and a flame of desire quickly turns to frustration.

“We don’t have that kind of marriage. Get dressed.”

She tosses me my clothes, and I catch them against my chest.

“Whatever you say, Collins.”

Well, this is an interesting turn of events. I just caught Cara checking me out, and I definitely liked it.

SEVEN

Cara

Grant Sinclair hasno right to do what he has been doing to me.

The man has gotten inside my head, and even worse, he’s made me trust him.Him, of all the people I trust. I can probably count the number of people I trust on two hands. Now Grant has weaseled his way onto that list.

And now, he’s gone and made me have to admit to myself that I’m very attracted to how he looks.

The way the beads of water rolled down his chiseled chest as he glanced around the living room for his pajamas was absolutely infuriating. During that moment, his arms naturally flexed as he held on tightly to that towel, and it was outright uncalled-for behavior.

The worst part of it all? I had to go and see the outline of his twitching cock against the towel when I knew he wasn’t even hard!

We moved in silence around each other as he got dressed in the bedroom and then made his way out to the living roomagain to set up his bed on the sofa. Meanwhile, I went into the bedroom and got under the covers as soon as I could.

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