Page 4 of Tracking Luxe

It's always the silent ones you gotta be cautious of.

Those soundless types that blend into the background, that become part of the furniture, you don't see them until it's much too late.

The kind that never speak up unless it's necessary and even then, it's too late.

Silent and deadly.

Cunning and deceiving.

Grinder was a quiet type of guy when he had to be. Secrets upon secrets when it was needed and he didn't breathe a word of them to anyone. Such layers of untruths.

No one would know.

No one would guess what was going on. Because he made sure of it. His tracks from the past year and tonight were covered. He’d be shit at his job if they weren’t.

The day after he'd seen her he'd put it all in place, working fast, he'd had to, what with so little time, but that didn't matter now it was done.

Did he feel remorse? No. Maybe. He didn’t know.Shit.

It didn’t go down as he’d wanted. Talk to her, get his shit back, that was meant to be it.

“Luxe.” He called out in warning.

She was stalling.

Prepared to break the door down if needed, he took a step forward right as it swung open and there she was.

The little shorts curved her hips, she’d taken off the denim jacket to reveal a thin cotton tank, she was braless he noticed right away.

Fucks sake, stop staring.

His dick had a mind of its own when he streaked eyes all over her, admiring with that single memory of her that still sometimes plagued his sleeping hours.

Look at her lying lips.They were so fucking pretty, plump and pink and it was all too easy to imagine them wrapped around his thick cock until she choked on it.

He could still hear her first lie. I could do with some company. She’d told him.

And then her second lie came thick and fast off the back of the first, in her smoke brushed voice through those lying fucking lips he’d been mesmerized with.I want you.

Liar, liar, pants on fire. Or… his gaze skimmed down her bare legs, shorts on fire.

Hell, the washed-out denim was skin tight, molded to her thighs and what she had between them.

Grinder felt a hunger crowd his chest.

“You’re not tying me up again, don’t even think of it. You obviously wanted my attention, you went to the extreme, well here it is, you have the floor to say what you want to and then get the fuck out.”

Don’t touch her. Don’t.

He shouldn’t want to reach out and brush the hair back from her flushed face, to see her eyes up close again knowing how dark her irises were, he shouldn’t have any desire in him other than wanting to interrogate the dirty rotten thief for her crime.

And yet.

He had the incomprehensible sense he saw the future in her eyes.

Impossible. Fucking ridiculous. A foolish man’s notion.

He just wanted his property back, not to make a for ever after with her, that’s not how kidnapping works the last time he checked.

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