Page 14 of Double Edged Hearts
“Maybe you should be. It’s something to think about.” He chuckles and walks away.
Fuck, what an asshole. I sigh with frustration after he goes through the door.
It’s time to go home, back to the apartment.
I need sleep. I was hoping to see Lyndsey before I leave, but I think she’ll understand if I go.
I switch everything off and shut down my computer. After gathering my stuff, I make my way down to the parking lot. I parked on the second level this morning because all the spaces on the first level were taken up. It’s practically empty now.
Empty and quiet, so the roar of the motorcycle engine I suddenly hear pierces through the silence and goes straight through me. Before I can even turn around, the motorcycle leaps down from the level above me and skids to a stop. There’s only one person I know who can do that, and it’s the one guy I shouldn’t be talking to.
Just like this morning, Alex has his helmet on, but I know it’s him.
Damn it… I feared this happening all day. Now he’s here, and my brain is a mess. He’s here on top of the Bureau’s building, uncaring where he is.
Panic makes me continue walking toward my car. I’m tired, and I can’t do this thing with him tonight.
“Cora… stop and get on the bike,” he says, riding close to me.
“No, you can’t just show up at my workplace and take me.” I can’t remember the last time I told this man no.
He stops the bike abruptly and gets off. My heart jumps in my chest when he grabs my arm and yanks me to a stop.
He takes off his helmet and glowers at me. Those eyes pierce into me, dark and dangerous, holding me in place.
“Cora, I’m not asking you. I’m telling you,” he says firmly and holds the helmet out for me to take.
“Where are we going?” I demand.
“My place.”
“To do what?”
The scandalous look he gives me makes a hot blush race over my body. I can’t deny nor ignore it. It’s like a powerful wave of heat, burning me up from the inside out.
“Doll, what’s the point of asking me a question you already know the answer to? If I tell you there’ll be some talking, would that help?” He smirks, and I hate that I think he’s sexy as the dimple in his left cheek becomes more pronounced. “Get on the bike.”
He pushes the helmet toward me more forcefully, and I could kick myself and my poor excuse for no willpower when I take it.
He smiles as he watches me settle it on my head. It’s a smile of victory, the knowledge that I’ll be his again tonight.
He gets back on the bike, and I climb on too, slipping my arms around his hard body. His chest feels like steel, and the scent of him fills my nose, making me succumb to desire.
What seals me to it is the gentle flutter of his fingers over mine on his chest. He strokes the top of my palms. It’s the most innocent of touches. A contrast to how we combust when we’re together, but I feel his touch everywhere.
“Hold on to me, Goddess. You hear me?” he says.
“Yes,” I answer and frown. “I hate you riding without a helmet.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Alex, I’ll be real careful.”
Mrs. Alex…
He shouldn’t call me that. I haven’t been that in years and hearing it now makes guilt sweep through me for what I did.
Before I can take my next breath, he speeds off into the night like a demon out of hell.
