Despite recently demolishing a greasy burger, Kane smells like black pepper and musk with a hint of citrus. My hormones go into meltdown, and it becomes a matter of mind over body not to jump the sexy bastard.
I shouldn’t be interested in Kane. Not after being so thoroughly fucked by Luka last night. But it turns out I’m a shameless hussy at heart. One man isn’t enough.
“What a shame I have no interest in morally gray assholes with small dicks.” I pull a sad face. Kane snorts.
“I’ll bear that in mind. Now get your sexy ass out of the car. I have shit to do.”
“People to murder?”
He chuckles. “No murdering tonight, kitten. Meeting a friend for a drink.”
My hackles rise. “A female friend?” Why I’m asking is a mystery because it’s none of my business, and I hate Kane almost as much as I hate Angelo.
“Jealous, kitten?” The bastard smirks.
“Nope,” I lie. His grin widens like he knows exactly what I’m thinking, but before I say or do something I might regret, I yank my door open. “Gotta go. I have an itch to scratch and a sexy cowboy book that will help smooth the way. Bye!”
Kane’s laughter follows me all the way into the house where Horatio is waiting with his usual sneer. But I ignore him because I wasn’t lying to Kane. I’m so fucking horny right now that if Angelo walked in glowering at me while wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, I’d fuck that man without a moment’s hesitation.
28
Kane
Iwasn’t lying about meeting a friend for a drink. And as Chiara rightly suspected, this friend is female.
Sienna and I hook up if she’s passing through and I’m free. She works for a big pharmaceutical company and believes I’m a cop, which is the excuse I gave her for being unavailable at random times.
She’s never once questioned my backstory or asked for anything more than sex. If she had, I’d have cut ties with her immediately. Hell, she doesn’t even know my real name.
An hour later, I’m sitting in a sports bar I sometimes frequent, sipping a bottle of Bud and waiting for Sienna. Normally I’d be looking forward to letting loose, but I’m not feeling it tonight.
My mind’s on Chiara. Or more specifically, on her hot little body and smart mouth. A mouth I dream about way too often these days. Fully aware I’m crossing a line, I log into the mansion’s security system, swiping through each image until I find her.
She’s moving around her bedroom. I watch as she picks up a book and then drops it again with a scowl. Is that the mafia romance? As much as she denied it, I know she likes that shit.
Cowboy romance, my ass. Her reading tastes run a lot darker than cute cowboys. I snuck into her bedroom a few days ago while she and Luka were fooling around by the pool.
My excuse was that I needed to know if she was hiding anything. After all, I’m head of security, and she’s a flight risk. Other than a collection of questionable books, I found nothing.
I’d picked up the one on top of the pile and flicked through a few of the well-thumbed pages. Pure filth. Very dark.
My cock thickens in my jeans. Dammit, I’m already weeping for her, and she’s not even in the same fucking zip code right now.
“Hey, lover.” Sienna’s sultry voice makes me jump so hard I nearly drop my fucking phone. So much for situational awareness.Jesus. Some asshole could have come at me with a gun, and I’d be dead right now.Get a fucking grip, Kane!
“Everything okay, Cal?” Sienna asks. I finally remember my manners and leap up to greet her with a kiss. Only kissing her feels all wrong.
“You look as gorgeous as ever,” I tell her. And she does. She’s wearing a slinky green dress with sexy fuck-me shoes, and her ebony hair hangs in sleek waves down her back. Several guys nearby give her a second look, and hell, she deserves all their attention because she’s fucking gorgeous.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Drink, baby?” I ask, shoving my phone away and forcing my head to get back in the game. This woman is a sure thing, so I’d be nuts to turn her down.
“Yeah, please. A gin and tonic with ice.” I head to the bar and order us both a drink. A few minutes later, I’m back and makingsmall talk about her job, my pretend job, and random shit I care nothing about.
“You seem distracted tonight.” Sienna slides her hand across my thigh, edging higher. “Is work stressing you out? Maybe I can help with that.” Her fingers brush my dick, but it doesn’t react. Not even a twitch.
“Work’s been hectic, yeah,” I say, shifting uncomfortably.
