Page 11 of Wickedly Played
She has a devious smile on her face before she continues. “You don’t get to dictate my schedule. I’m a busy woman who has a lot of appointments.”
I want to chuckle. “What type of appointments?”
Serena’s devious smile becomes even more sinister. “Tonight, I have a dance with one of my partners at the club. Then I’ll be doing a demonstration in Shibari. If you’re going to be here with me, you’re going to have to get comfortable with sex.”
Growling, I get closer to the firecracker. “Sweetness, stop.”
Jim groans. “Why do you always put it like that?”
“How else would I put it, Jim? My dance tonight is erotic. Then, after Shibari, I have another two clients who need to feel some pain relief. I’ll be busy.”
Before she gets too far away, I call after her. “Serena!” She spins to look at me with her eyes narrowed. “Don’t go inside until I’ve done a sweep.”
She rolls her eyes at me with annoyance.
I look at Jim with widened eyes. “Is this normal for her?” I question.
Her agent shrugs. “Kind of. She likes to give people a hard time.”
“I’m beginning to think 35k won’t be enough,” I admonish.
“If you need more to stay with her,” Jim begins, “we can make it happen.” He’s teetering in front of Serena, who is looking anxiously into her house. “You'd better hurry up and clear it. She’s going to be a brat until she gets back inside.”
Before he leaves, I call after him. “What’s her deal?”
Jim shrugs, rocking on his feet. “What did Adam tell you?”
My arms cross my chest. “Not much. Just about her stalker. Some of the threats.”
He points away from the house before leading me over to one of the shade trees. “Serena is special. She’s been through a lot in her life, but she’s special.”
“Could any of thosespecialrelationships be her stalker?”
“I’ve looked into it. So have other people.” With one final look at the house, he points to one of the windows. I can see Serena’s silhouette through it. “I would go handle that.”
After grabbing my pistol, I walk through the home to make sure no one else is inside. I’m surprised to see her house is as beautifully decorated as it is. Although I’m unsure of what I expected it to be before coming inside. A large-screen television is mounted on the wall, surrounded by a group of speakers, and a comfortable couch is positioned in front of it, with chairs placed off to the side.
The kitchen, pantry, bathrooms, living room, dining room, and laundry room are all clear. After a brief check of the basement and then the rooms upstairs, I’m in her bedroom. Serena’s scent permeates the room like a thick fog. It is sultry, sexy, and every bit of the immense pain in the ass that woman is.
“Are you done rifling through my panty drawer?” Serena’s voice cuts into my thoughts.
Well, she just shot that horse in the fucking face.
Her bed, which looked inviting, now looks like any other bed. She has effectively ruined my thoughts of what it would be like to throw her on the bed and fuck that attitude out of her. Maybe that is what’s wrong with her. Perhaps she needs a big dick to take the edge off.
“Sweetness, if I wanted to look in your panty drawer, don’t you think I would already have my hands in there?” I ask with an eyebrow raised. “Plus, didn’t I tell you to wait until I cleared the house?”
She looks like she is about to argue but shuts her mouth pretty quickly. “God damn it. I bet Jim picked you specifically because you have a stick up your god damned ass,” she spits.
I lost my fight to keep my mouth shut. “You would probably know about sticking sticks up people’s asses, wouldn’t you?”
“Jim!” Serena yells as her agent ambles up the stairs.
“What?” Jim barks.
Serena’s looking at me with her eyes squinted as if she’s trying to find something about me. “I want a different one. Max is fucking rude.”
Jim chuckles at her as I’m about to walk out the door.
