Page 52 of Vow of Revenge
My car will be waiting outside in a few minutes.
Kaleb
I promised myself I wouldn’t play this game with him, but I was loving the thrill of it.
Email: Freya Beaumont
Heading: Not tonight
I’m washing my hair.
Freya
Immediately an email landed in my inbox.
Email: Kaleb De Courcy
Heading: Too late
I like it when you’re wet.
I’m outside right now.
Come down, or I’ll be knocking at your door in five, four, three…
Kaleb
Why was he doing this? I didn’t want to be a late-night booty call. If I had to tell him that fact straight to his handsome face, then now was the time to do it. The apartment was silent, until I opened my door and padded down the stairs. Then all I could hear was Syrah’s happy laughter and Brett’s low rumble. I grabbed an umbrella from the coat stand and slipped out the door.
It felt like I was playing into his hands, but I wasn’t – I really wasn’t. As much as I’d enjoyed our sex romp earlier, I wanted to get to know the man too and put him in his place. I wanted him to let me in. It was the whole Kaleb De Courcy package that interested me, not just the earth-shattering sex.
The elevator doors slid open. Peeling off the Velcro strap of the umbrella, I shook it out in preparation for the rain and then glanced up to the exit. As I drew closer, Kaleb strolled inside with a coffee cup in hand. Raindrops clung to his leather jacket, and with his free hand, he dragged his palm down his face in one swipe. Then with a flick, his fingers combed into the black wet hair.
I sucked in a gasp and felt my knees weaken. How could one man look so sexy with zero effort. Rooted to the big shiny square floor tiles, I tried to figure out why I was so attracted to him beyond the physical. The truth hit me hard. I was just a long string of helpless females who found him irresistible – they all did, which meant I was no different than them. Kaleb De Courcy was beyond handsome. His true heart was unreachable, even if he was here to see me tonight.
The second he saw me a half smile teased his lips. Without even trying, I held my ground because I was dumbstruck by the whole desirable package before me.
“I brought you the coffee we were supposed to have earlier.” He held out the paper cup. “You know how I took you out, then fucked you in the back of my car instead.” Instantly his face lightened. “I owed you a proper coffee. And it’s not that cheap shit from around the corner.”
In a few steps I propped the long umbrella against the wall, acting like I wasn’t nervous around him, or ready to fall at his feet. Focusing solely on the coffee in his hand, I sauntered closer and reached out to accept the hot drink. “Thank you.”
He pocketed his hands, watching me sip from the small hole in the plastic lid. “Did you get any more hassle from, Lynn?” When he said her name, I recalled their heated kiss from the Gala.
Jealousy burned through me. “No, she left. Cynthia must’ve spoken to her because my article was included in the publication, even though Lynn thought it was shit.”
“I called Cynthia and made sure that your article was used. She said you have a great talent, regardless of what Lynn thinks.”
I hugged the coffee cup closer. “Why did you ring, Cynthia?”
Kaleb widened his stance. Flicking his gaze down to the coffee cup nestled close to my stomach. He avoided my question. “Aren’t you going to drink that?”
“Answer my question, Kaleb.”
After a short second, his eyes drifted up to my face and his hot gaze dawdled at my mouth. With a slow lick of his lips, his teeth drew in his lower lip and he bit down on the red flesh. Then in a slight movement he shook his head, releasing his lip with a rumbling hum. “I hope you enjoy the coffee. It was good to see you again. Goodnight.”
The sound of his deep gravelly voice propelled me forward, one foot in front of the other until I was toe to toe with him. I could smell raindrops on leather colliding with musky cologne and feel the hotness radiating from his hard torso. Crouching down, I set the paper cup on the ground and lifted up to face him.
“What do you want to do now?” he asked, not moving an inch.
