Page 6 of Sucker
“Up? Exactly where is up?”
He smiles, and that does something to me too. It’s weirding me out, because this guy is almost twice my age. He’s supposed to be the villain in this story. So why is my body aching like it wants nothing more than for me to drop this sheet and rub myself all over him?
“We’re in my apartment. The top floor of James Tech.”
“I see. And how did my clothes happen to leave my body? Did we… I mean did you and I…did we—”
“Fuck?”
My cheeks burn like the fire of a thousand suns. “Mmm-hmm.” I nod and avert my gaze, not trusting my mouth to form words after the delivery of his calm filth.Oh god, I need new panties.
“No, angel. If I fucked you, you’d be struggling to stand right now.”
“Oh god.” My knees give way and I have to clutch the desk to steady myself. Maybe I should just quit panties all together. My wetness is practically running down my legs now. “So, um, why am I in my underwear?”
“You threw up.” He says it as a matter of fact and now my face is burning for a different reason.
“Oh.”Well, that’s not sexy.
If my juices were able, they’d reverse their way up my legs, withdraw from my panties and hide deep inside me, shutting up shop and hanging a sign that says ‘Virgin for Life’ at my entrance.
Not that there should be anything sexy about being in the same room as Landon James. He’s supposed to be the enemy, not the wet dream.Keep your head straight, Willa!
“I can bring your clothes to you, Willa.” He seems amused by me, but interested at the same time. And I hate that I’m desperate to know exactly what he thinks when he’s looking at me.
“Yes. Please.” He turns with a nod and leaves the room. It gives me a moment to gather my wits. I’m in the apartment of the man who took everything from my father, and therefore everything from me. It may not be how the plan was supposed to go, but if the fates want me to confront him face to face, then that’s what I’ll do.
Wait. He called me Willa.
He also called me Angel.
Holy fuck!
He returns to the room and lays my clean blouse and skirt over the back of a chair. “I’ll leave you to dress in private,” he says, his eyes flicking to where my hand still holds the sheet.Why can’t I breathe around this guy?
“Wait,” I say before he can leave. “How…how did you know who I was?”
He stops in the doorway and slides his hands into the pocket of her perfectly tailored pants. They’re dark gray and they fit him like a glove. I’d be lying if I didn't admit to checking out the size of his er…bulge. Wow.
“Facial recognition software.”
“What?” My eyes dart up to his face.
“Everyone coming in and out of the building is monitored. You’re not the first person to come in here claiming to be someone else.”
“Then why did you let me in at all? Why was I hired?” What’s the sense in allowing the daughter of the man you screwed over to enter your sanctum? Does he want to be outed?
Dragging his top teeth over his bottom lip, he leans his broad shoulders against the doorframe. “Why wouldn’t I let you in? I wanted to see the woman my little angel has become.”
I step back and clutch the sheet tighter, frowning. “I’m not your little angel.”Then why did my stomach flip when he said it?
He bounces a shoulder. “Perhaps not. But you’re definitely a woman.” His eyes drag over my body again. “An absolutely beautiful woman.”
I gasp. “You shouldn’t speak to me like that.”
“Why? Because I knew you when you were a girl?”
“Yes.”
