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“Reporters?”
“Reporters.”
Her groan was tight. “I’ll go throw on some clothes.”
“I’d prefer you didn’t.” I grinned as she started to head to her two suitcases that remained on the other side of the door. Stopping her, I whispered in her ear, “Careful, Lily flower, or you’ll flash the mob.”
She wrinkled her nose when she realized I was talking about the clear glass on either side of the door.
And for all the wrong reasons, I burst into laughter.
CHAPTER 25
Lily
My life had just been swept into a toilet.
Worse. A cesspool of mud, blood, and something sticky like… mayonnaise.
The insane moment was spiraling out of control in my mind. I simply could not believe I’d allowed myself to act like some wanton woman in the middle of making dinner.
A food fight of all things.
Then hot… sex on the kitchen island? Blasphemous.
The use of mayonnaise? A clear indication I needed a vacation.
Being photographed buck naked? Every woman’s nightmare. If the bastard posted a single photograph, the internet footprint would follow me for the rest of my life. For every job interview. Every family gathering would be disastrous. My parents would never be able to look me in the eyes again.
As bad as all the jagged pieces of my life seemed, the worst part of all was how Saint had lifted the cameraman. He’d picked the guy up like he weighed nothing and the man had eaten one too many cheeseburgers with a double helping of French fries.
As strong as I knew Saint to be, no one was that strong. Not unless he was… Oh, God. My stomach was in knots.
“How do you think we’re getting out of here? Our vehicles are parked outside. Remember?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as he raced down the stairs with a huge duffle strapped to his back.
“I have several vehicles. Don’t you remember?”
“Oh, yeah. Mr. Wealthy and Arrogant.”
“Hey. What’s wrong with having a few toys?” He grabbed both my bags with one hand and I didn’t bother suggesting I could handle my own luggage. He wasn’t going to listen to me and I certainly now knew he could carry a lot more weight.
Just how much was the terrifying part.
He’s a big, bad wolf.
The thought was instantly driven from my brain. Ridiculous garbage.
“Where are we going? Not to my place. A hotel? They’ll just camp outside our room. Two rooms.”
He chuckled and pushed me toward the kitchen, stopping just outside the entrance. After ducking his head in, he groaned. “We’re surrounded. To answer your question. We’re going to the only safe place in the city.”
“Are you sure there is such a place?”
“Yeah, I’m positive, but you’ll need to trust me. Just crouch low to the floor and follow me. Take my hand. I’ll get you to safety.”
I stared down at his outstretched hand, debating briefly before accepting the gesture. If I’d known my life was going to turn into a complete disaster, there was no way I would have agreed to take the job. At least I didn’t think so.
Yet my mind was like a sieve as he gripped my hand. I crouched low as he requested, fighting to keep from bursting into laughter as we rushed into the kitchen toward a door on the other side.
