Page 55 of His Lair
Harrison:
She’s still in the gym.
It takes me exactly seventeen minutes to get to Aces. I head right for the gym and find Lailani on the treadmill, wearing apair of tiny-ass running shorts and a sports bra. Her body is glistening with sweat.
Fuck, this was not a good idea.
Looking around the room, I’m thankful to find that we’re alone. I lock the door, lean against it, and watch her. Lailani hits the stop button and jumps off the machine before turning around.
Her smile beams at me. “Are you just going to stand there like a creeper watching me?”
“It’s a pretty good fucking view.” I shrug.
I then watch as she moves over to the bench. She changes the weights out on the bar and lies underneath it. “Suit yourself.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” I storm over and stand behind her, ready to spot her.
“Working out,” she says.
“Don’t ever do this shit by yourself, Lailani,” I tell her.
“I can do it.” She glares up at me.
I glare back down at her. “Go for it. I’ll just stand here. In case you need help.”
“I won’t,” she spits out, lifting the bar and bringing it down to her chest in perfect form. She’s done this before. I count in my head. Lailani doesn’t put the bar back until she’s done twenty reps.
“How did I not know I was dating a gym junkie?”
“You never asked,” she says, sitting up on the bench.
I never asked.I’ve made it a point not to push her about herself, because I didn’t want to scare her away. Have I been a self-absorbed asshole by doing that, though?
Fucking hell, this dating thing was easier when I didn’t fucking do it.
Moving around the bench, I sit in front of her, my legs over each side, and pick her up before settling her on my lap.
“What are you doing? I’m all sweaty and gross,” she says, trying to push me away.
“Not the first time I’ve had your sweaty body pressed up against mine, babe. And it won’t be the last either,” I tell her. My lips connect with hers and every question I came here with disappears.
Lailani’s arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer as she wraps her legs around my back and starts grinding her pussy against my cock.
“Fuck me,” I groan.
“Oh, I plan to.” She pulls her lips away from my mouth. “You’re a little overdressed, though.”
My fingers pinch the zipper at the front of her bra, sliding it down. “We both are,” I tell her, cupping her now-exposed breasts.
Chapter Twenty-Four
I’m starting to see why Emmanuel wanted me in this city to protect his friends. Someone is most definitely after them. Why? I have no idea. But this isn’t just a job anymore. I happento really like these people. I’d want to protect them even if I weren’t being paid to do it.
Especially Sammie and Jazzy. That little girl is special. I know most people say that about the kids in their lives, but Jazzy really is unique. She has such a good heart and just wants to make everyone around her happy. Even if that means she hides her own feelings behind forced smiles.
We attended another dinner with all of Sammie’s friends, hosted by Antonia and Carlo this time. Jazzy was super excited about it and everything was going so well until the chef sent up a bowl of poisoned soup—soup Antonia was unlucky enough to eat.
I’m now in Sammie’s apartment, waiting for him to come back from Carlo’s. Emmanuel has been blowing up my phone. He’s pissed that Evie was at that table and could have easily been the one to get poisoned. Jazzy too.
