Angel’s gaze shifted over to me. “Señora Raymond. We’re just doing our job,” he answered in Spanish as well.
“You were supposed to wait for me to be here.” Brutus turned to me. “They weren’t supposed to come until after eight-thirty.”
“It’s fine. They didn’t disturb me,” I quickly responded, even though I had been sleeping when the men arrived.
His frown deepened. He turned to the men, telling them they could continue and that we’d be waiting downstairs.
Abruptly, he spun to me and took me by the arm to lead me down the stairs. His grip wasn’t punishing, but he held my arm firm.
“Why did you let them in?” he demanded once we reached the kitchen.
“They had a bed.”
“You were alone. They could’ve …” He broke off.
“I was fine.” I fisted my hips, feeling defensive. “They didn’t do anything but their job.”
“And what if they had tried to do something?” he insisted.
“I can take care of myself.” Lifting my chin, I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Against three men?”
My confidence wavered a bit, but I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction, so I didn’t answer.
Instead, I replied with, “I’m not a client of yours or something. You don’t have to take care of me.”
“First of all, we both know that’s bullshit. Second, don’t ever open a door without knowing exactly who’s on the other side. And third, call me. You should’ve never been alone with those men.”
I wanted to argue but the truth was, it wasn’t worth it. Brutus was a natural protector, and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, he was right. Had I been at home, there was no way I would’ve let three men inside early in the morning without a previous appointment and at least my sister or Carlene waiting with me.
I knew better, but over the past two weeks I’d been lulled into a sense of security I never knew.
Instead of arguing, I sidled up to Brutus and ran my finger down the center of his chest.
“You’re right. It won’t happen again.” I lifted to my tiptoes, and after a moment of pause he leaned in and brushed his lips across mine.
He cupped my face. “Make sure it doesn’t,” he said before kissing me again. “Once they’re gone, I’m going to drag your ass into the shower and show you why you were wrong for letting them in without me being here.”
My nipples pebbled from the promise in his voice. “Keep that up and I might decide to let strange men in here all the time.”
That didn’t garner the laugh I originally wanted. But it did earn me a hard smack against my ass.
“Don’t play with me,” he warned.
Damn this man.
* * *
Brutus
Damn that woman.
It was an hour later, and I was still slightly pissed off just knowing she’d let three men in the bungalow while I wasn’t there. Sure, I’d already vetted the owner of the house and everyone who worked for him almost two weeks earlier. Just to make sure Mia was safe where she was staying.
However, she didn’t know that.
The only reason I wasn’t still fuming was because of the way she apologized in the shower once the men fixed the bed and left. She swallowed my cock like a damn pro. Kind of difficult to stay too mad after that.
