Page 71 of Hostile Secret
Her chest is heaving as she tries so hard to play it cool. We stare at each other for a few seconds too long and then I sit back, brushing it off.
“Write up a list of food you like, and Lola will stock the fridge for you.”
When she sets the can down, grabs the water, and wraps her lips around the narrow mouth of the bottle again, my dick jerks.
“Tell me something else André doesn’t know about you,” I ask out of the blue.
Her ocean eyes find mine, sparkling in the sunlight. “There isn’t anything else.”
“There must be something?”
She hums as she thinks. “Well… he didn’t know about the crush I had on a guy at school. Zac was supposed to ask me to prom… and I planned on having se––”
My breathing quickens, my temper uncontainable. “Don’t finish that sentence.”
Her head tilts to the side, making the light pour over her self-satisfied grin. Does she want to fuck every guy she meets?
“Out of interest, how many guys do you want to fuck, India?”
“What’s wrong, Gio? Do you think I should have a maximum number of guys to fuck?” She smirks. “You did ask. And that’s the only other thing Dré never knew about. Other than that, I’m an open book. I didn’t need my brother and his friends cock-blocking my prom date. And for your information, I was only going to have sex after prom to get it over and done with. I’ve heard the first time is a painful anti-climax.”
For the first time in forever, my heart is beating out of my chest. It’s all her. Every single erratic thump is caused by overpowering urges I have for her.
Ever since finding this woman in that yellow bikini, she’s detonated a bomb inside of me, and I don’t know how to deal with it.
For this woman, giving me her virginity will be un-fucking-forgettable, and there will definitely be a climax. If I didn’t have somewhere important to be this morning, she’d be naked and spread out before me as a prequel to the main show.
I rake my fingers through my hair. “Consider him officially cock-blocked.”
“Obviously,” she says under her breath. “He’ll probably take another girl instead.”
“Because he’s a stupid motherfucker.”
Her eyes widen. “Or because you kidnapped me. I seem to remember being carried over your shoulder to the jet and no one knows where I am. So…” She’s right. The only person who knows her location is Lola, and she’s on my payroll. “… you know my secret which means you have to tell me one of yours. It’s only fair.”
Our eyes lock. I don’t have to tell her anything. “I’ll answer one question. That’s it.”
She raises her brows. “Okay… um, what is Blackwater? I mean, you drop me off here and then you go somewhere else. Where do you go?”
“That’s two questions.”
“You’re being pedantic.”
I sit back on the stool and debate telling her the truth. “Blackwater Manor is basically a facade. Like a protective shell for the extension at the back of the property. If anyone thinks they’ve found me, they’d be preoccupied in this front part for the few short minutes it takes me to blow their heads off.”
“So, you live through there… with Lola?” She points at the secure door behind me.
I nod. “My housekeeper has her own living accommodation.”
“Does anyone else live with you?”
My muscles go rigid. “I said one question. And I’ve already answered it.”
I glance at my black Rolex. I have important plans and need to be somewhere in the next ten minutes.
It’s probably for the best, because being so close to her is a new form of torture. One where I’m actually considering fucking her on this kitchen island, minus a condom, since I don’t have any on me.
“Don’t let me keep you.” Her slight smile hides the hint of rejection in her eyes. She thinks I’m trying to get away from her, and I am, but for reasons she doesn’t need to know about.
