Page 13 of Waging War
Stalking toward her, I yank the discarded article off the ground and dangle it from my fingers. It looks like she took her razor to a silk shirt, or maybe even a sheet.
Her wide eyes pop up to mine. The submissive position she’s in is doing wonders for my imagination.
Eyeing the long strip, I reach out for her. “Give me your hands.”
Hazel regards me curiously. “Are you insane? No way in hell are you tying me up.”
“Trust me,” I say and realize immediately what a stupid request that is.
She glares at my wiggling fingers before lifting her hands toward mine. “No tricks.”
My smile broadens. “Enforcer’s honor.”
Hazel snorts, averting her gaze back to her palms gently moving with mine. It takes all of thirty seconds to confine her wrists and hands. “You have to tuck this portion under here, or you won’t be able to secure the knot,” I say, showing her again.
Bright yellow-gray eyes blink up from where she sits with wrists tied neatly.
I need to put some space between us if I have any hope of the blood steadily flowing to my cock to return to my brain.
“Um, thanks,” she mumbles, rubbing her skin.
I pull the knot loose, watching as she sets the silk on the floor beside her.
What a shame. I kind of liked the way she looked, bound and at my mercy.
I grab the space heater and walk to the other side of the room to set it up.
“I’m fine, you know,” she says quietly. “I don’t need anything from you.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I huff. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just doing my job.”
Her eyes narrow just as I turn back around. “I have a hard time believing ‘space heater for prisoner’ was on Jackie’s to-do list.”
Once I’m sure it’s working, I scoop my keys out of my pocket and twist to face her. “Stay warm,baby.”
“Why do you insist on calling me that?”
“Why do you insist on acting like one?”
Hazel’s jaw tics. “I’ll be twenty-four on Tuesday. I’m far from being an infant.”
Shit, she’s eleven years younger than me. I’m a sick man for letting that fact get me hard again. She’s young enough to be naïve and immature, but Hazel’s sharp as a blade. Part of me is itching to figure her out. What has she been through that’s given her eyes full of wisdom and a fighter’s soul? What turns her on and makes her laugh?
For the briefest moment, I let myself wonder what it would be like to get to know her brilliance, to possibly even know her intimately. Then I ball up the thoughts and toss them away without a second glance.
“See ya, Hazel.”
CHAPTERFIVE
Ben
“I’ll take another.” I signal the bartender at Four Spades. “On second thought, bring me the bottle.”
The woman nods, eager to please before rushing off to grab my drink. Full and curvy, she’s got every asset on display. Her lust-filled eyes, corset-bound cleavage, and tight skirt promise nothing short of a good time. The old Ben would have hopped over the counter and fucked her hard and dirty in the stockroom without a single thought.
Sex with a stranger isn’t in the cards tonight, though. No, tonight I’ve got a hot date with a bottle of Grey Goose. I plan to get a little drunk, survey the casino for a while, and force myself to focus on the task at hand—not my rising curiosity concerning Hazel.
“Just give her the shit she needs, and leave her alone,” I quietly chastise myself.
