Page 28 of Hostile Secret
She slowly and elegantly makes her way to the opposite side of the room and sits on a monstrously high-backed chair that resembles a 19th century throne.
It's only now, with a satisfying distance between us, that my tense muscles relax, and I return my attention to the screen as a distraction.
“Gio…” Her soft voice wrenches my head up.
An uncontrollable urge to fuck, mark, and completely own her weaves through a desire to drag her chair over the ancient tiled floor, so she’s right next to me. But she doesn't belong by my side permanently. No woman does.
Given her horny antics last night, we both need space if our current living arrangement is going to work. Or I’d end up destroying her pretty little cunt to satisfy this unbearable curiosity that’s plaguing me.
When my narrowed eyes find her magnetic gaze, I’m momentarily paralyzed. “Who will look after Daenis while I’m at school?”
“My housekeeper will let her out.”
“What’s her name?”
“Lola.”
Her brows drift upward to the high ceiling. “And will this Lola woman keep her safe?”
“I can’t promise anything.” I shrug. “She’ll do her best, I’m sure. The woman is very accommodating. As long as the dog behaves, there shouldn't be an issue.”
India selects a pastry from the mound and plucks a piece off with her fingers.
“I’d like to meet this booty call housekeeper of yours, so I can vet her for the important task she has. Daenis likes certain foods and can be very fussy.” She pops the morsel into her mouth and chews. “Can you call Lola in here?”
“Booty call housekeeper?” I repeat, doing my best to kill the smirk forming on my lips. “We cleared that up last night. She helps me with certain things. Fucking is not one of them.”
“Come on, Gio… what woman would call a gorgeous man like you at that time of the night without sex on her mind?”
“Gorgeous.” I nod my head at the satisfying compliment. “Believe it or not, some people don’t get turned on by thunderstorms.”
Her shoulders bounce lightly. “I was only having a bit of fun with the very serious man who turned up in my room without an invitation.”
“I don't need an invitation. I own the place. And that wasn’t fun.” I rake my fingers through my damp hair, enjoying the back-and-forth natural flow between us.
“Right, tell that to your dick.” Her wicked laugh has my hand twitching. “It likes to pop up for action whenever we’re together.”
I lift my coffee cup, observing her over the rim. “Your idea of fun isn’t the same as mine.”
“Oh yeah, what does the big bad Giovanni do for fun, then?” she drawls, hitching a brow.
Taking a sip of strong black coffee, I inwardly wish I’d mixed it with whiskey to soothe the hedonistic rush I’m fighting.
“I shoot to kill. So, let’s hope you don’t become my next target, niñita.”
My boner growls under the table when my imagination slips into darkness. It wouldn’t be a bullet I’d offer her, but something far more satisfying.
“And the dog will eat whatever is put down in front of it or it’ll starve.”
I hardly recognize myself as we talk across the table. Early morning conversations don’t usually torment my dick. I guess I’ve never really known who the man inside me should be since I was never given the chance to find out, being branded by evil so early on.
For years, I lived under an oppressor, eventually learning that hiding in the darkness is where I could escape the devil who demanded my loyalty at any cost.
But now, beyond the charge of assassinations lives a new thrill. A surge of lust so powerful it chokes my impeccable self-control with every innocent glance this girl takes.
“By the way, I spoke to Dré last night… before you crept into my room.”
My friendly smile dies.
