Fuck.
Now I know what’s going on. The old man is unconscious—or worse. Maybe a heart attack, or a stroke. Something brought on by a strenuous activity.
And Bianca is trapped under him.
I rush to the side of the bed. Sure enough, Bianca is squeezed underneath his weight. Her eyes are wide, and when she sees me, her stifled sounds get louder.
“It’s okay, Bianca. I’m going to help you.”
I wrap my arms around the old man’s midsection and haul him off the bed. Bianca gasps in a breath of air. I lay the old man on the ground before I return to Bianca.
And… Oh, my God.
She’s completely naked.
And her body takes my breath away.
Perfect, round breasts with pink nipples. Skin the color of cream and gentle curves in all the right places. And I can’t help looking down at the treasure between her legs. She’s shaved completely bare, and her pussy…
Damn.
She and I make eye contact. She quickly grabs a blanket from the foot of the bed and wraps it around herself. Her porcelain cheeks turn pink.
“I’m sorry,” I eke out.
She takes a few deep breaths. “Sorry for what? You saved me.”
“What happened?”
She looks down. “I mean… Mr. Calloway. He purchased my…services.” She buries her head in her hands. “You must think I’m disgusting.”
Rage claws at the back of my neck. But not just rage.
Jealousy. The fucking green-eyed monster. Always green. The color I hate.
I breathe in. Out. She doesn’t need my anger.
“What happened after he brought you back here?” I finally ask.
“I… He told me to take my clothes off. And then he did, and he was getting on top of me when he…collapsed. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell onto me, pinning me down. I could barely breathe. I thought… My God, I thought I might suffocate and die.”
I can’t help it. I trail a finger over her cheek. “Not as long as I’m around, Bianca.”
She looks up at me, her eyes wide and her lips plump…
Shit. The old man.
I tear myself away from the bed and go back to him. I check for a pulse on his wrist, his neck. Nothing. I lower my ear over his nose and mouth. No breath.
He’s not unconscious. He’s dead.
“He’s gone.”
She covers her hand with her mouth.
I open my own mouth to tell her to get dressed while I go fetch Chet to call 911. But nothing comes out.
Because for the first time I notice her eyes.
