Page 69 of A Murderous Crow
“You can’t go back to that place,” I said and she sighed.
“I know that, too…”
“Oh, I made sure of it,” I said. “You asked who I called last night? It was to leave a message at the county inspector’s office about the place. Pretty sure it’ll be condemned.”
She pushed up off me and reoriented herself, crossing her arms over my chest and leaning on me pinning me down, as if it would stop me from throwing her off me if need be.
“Why would you do that?” she demanded.
“It was a slum living condition, and I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t already have a plan,” he said.
“Enlighten me, oh wise master,” she said, tone laden with sarcasm. “Where am I going to findanythingin this city evencloseto that low that isn’t some kind of slum?”
“Easy. I have a whole apartment above my carriage house – you can have it, and what’s more you can stay as long as you’d like for nothing.”
She stared at me, stunned, and asked, “You want me to be your live-in – what? Hooker? Escort? What would you even call that? In the apartment you keep to trick women into thinking that’s where you actually live so they don’t bother you at home?”
I grimaced and said, “Remembered that part, did you?”
“How in the Hell did you expect me to forget it, Corvus?” she demanded.
“Look, I know that I’m just supposed to be here for a good time and not for a long time or whatever, but that would change things for me, in a big way, can’t you see that?”
She closed her eyes as I buried my hand in her thick luxurious hair and tucked it behind her ear, teasing behind it with my fingertips in a light little scratch or tickle as though she really were a kitten and not a very beautiful woman lying semi-irate across my chest.
She batted my hand away with a faint smile on her lips and snapped, “Stop that!” rather unconvincingly which brought a smile to my lips.
“As for theotherthing, consider it my gesture of good will that I contacted one of the best tax attorneys that I know on your family’s behalf. He’ll be looking into things hopefully sometime today to see if he can’t ease the payment burden. You shouldn’t be paying that much monthly; their expectations are more than a little high.”
She made a small sound of protest; “They actuallyaren’texpecting what I’ve been sending them – I’ve been doing that all on my own to clear the board as soon as possible. It’s worth it to me, a little pain in the short run in order to clear the debt faster.”
“Well, hopefully we can get the overall amount reduced, spare you some of the drama.”
“I don’t get it,” she said. “Why are you..?”
I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, turning her onto her back, and showing just how easy it was for me to overtake her. She made a blurted sound of something that was halfway between surprise and protest, but I’d done enough talking, and I wanted her.
She put her hands against my chest, and stopped me with her eyes. I stayed above her, holding myself up effortlessly, but that wouldn’t last forever.
“This is really huge,” she said. “Can’t you see that?”
I cocked my head and said, “I see the pros and cons, Savannah. Don’t think I don’t.”
“Give me a pro,” she said raising her eyebrows and I dropped my hips and ground my erection into her.
“Pro: with you just steps away, I can have you whenever I want, and likewise you can have me whenever you’d like. It certainly makes the sex easier.”
“Con,” she said, “What if I’m not in the mood?” I arched a brow considering her hips were moving unbidden, and she was pretty much humping me right back, just the thin material of her cute little shorts and whatever panties she wore beneath in our way.
“Pro, I can keep an eye on you, and it’s much safer here. Also pro, you have your own space and I have mine.”
“Con, you can kick me out whenever you’d like, and I’m completely at the mercy of your whims and bad moods.” I could see the fear that that was just what would happen flash in her eyes and I eased myself down and kissed her gently.
“I’ll draw up a contract,” I murmured. “Would you like six months, or a year?”
“You’re serious?” she reared back, smashing her head into the pillows to look at me.
“I take care of what’s mine, Bright Eyes,” I said to her, and the look on my face was a solemn one.
