My forehead scrunches. “What do you mean?”
“I’m here, but I haven’t seen anyone yet,” Blake admits.
My confusion grows. “Why not?”
“I need to get some answers first,” Blake explains.
Can’t argue with that.
“Anything I can help with?” I offer.
I can hear the exhaustion in her voice. “Not right now. If that changes, I’ll let you know.”
“I’m holding you to that,” I promise her. “Be safe.”
“I will. Love you,” she responds.
“Love you too.” I end the call and slide the phone into my back pocket.
There’s a small bump in the ride, and William informs me that we’ve arrived. I exit the car in the parking garage and head up to the penthouse.
The guys are at RHL getting some work done before they take a break tonight and tomorrow. I was supposed to call them when I finished at Blake’s studio, but I wanted to get here first and surprise them with a little lacy outfit I secretly bought when we went shopping the other day.
Walking through the entryway and up the stairs, I hear the water running.
Did someone come home early?
“Hello?” I call out. I remove my coat, dropping it on the couch, and follow the sound. My ears lead me into Hunter’s room. “Hunter, is that you?” The water turns off, and I stride into the bathroom. A woman with porcelain skin and blonde hair wraps herself in a towel barely covering her voluptuous body as water drips from her frame. Trying to make sense of her presence, I address her. “Who are you?”
My question startles her, and she whips around. “Oh!” I raise my brows at her, and she gives me a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I apologize. I’m Giselle and…Well, I’m with Hunter.” She daintily waves at me with her hand. “You must be the maid.”
My brain feels like it just got a jolt of electricity.
“No…” I trail off, annoyed and more disoriented than ever. My eyes glance around, looking for anything out of place besides the strange woman in front of me. “How did you get in here?”
“Hunter let me in,” she claims with a delicate shrug. “Who are you?”
“I’m Savannah. I live here,” I overemphasize my second statement, then point my finger at her, “and I know for a fact you’re not seeing Hunter.”
Giselle crosses her arms, and her fake politeness disappears. “Oh. So, you’re the live-in slut.”
My head rears back, and my jaw drops.
The nerve of this woman. If she’s not careful, she might get a knife in the gut.
“You’re a passing ship, honey,” she claims with a wave of her hand, like she’s wiping away the last few weeks with my men. “Hunter and I are on again, off again. You’re just the entertainment during the off period.”
I narrow my eyes, studying her closely.
Something isn’t right here.
Shaking my head, I pull out my phone. “I don’t believe you. I’m going to call—” As I tap on Hunter’s name, Giselle slaps my phone out of my hand, and it crashes to the floor. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I shout.
Giselle gets in my face, and her voice goes ice cold. “I’m here to get Hunterback. He’s mine. Always has been.”
“You’re delusional,” I belittle, “He’s moved on.”
“Withyou?” Giselle spits as she takes a step back.
