“Will do.”
“And King…”
“Yeah?”
“You’re doing a hell of a job. Keep it up.”
“Thanks, Cass. See you tomorrow.”
I hung up and appreciated Cass’s praise, but the mission wasn’t over yet, and my eye caught Serayah’s broken door. First, I called the apartment manager and scheduled them to fix Serayah’s door in the morning. I wouldn’t sleep that night, because I had to guard the apartment until the door wasfixed, but I had a report to finish anyway. Besides, my mind was already on my next objective…making it to the end of the assignment without being sucked in by Serayah. I just couldn’t push her too far away, either.
Chapter 14
Serayah
King and the security detail had just picked me up at a coffee shop after I snuck out to meet a friend and embarrassingly brought me back to the apartment. I wanted to throw something at him. The kitchen towel in my hand, the soap on the sink. I wanted to throwmyselfat him.I needed him.I wanted to climb him and sit where we would be connected like we were that night in the club. Where he couldn’t ignore what was happening between us. But I didn’t. “King! You’re maddening! Are you jealous?”
“I shouldn’t be. You’re not mine.”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “It was just coffee. You acted like a furious ape coming in there and picking me up.”
“You didn’t tellanyoneyou were leaving.You just snuck off. So, how else should I have approached the situation?” He folded his arms and leaned against the wall.
He wasn’t entirely wrong. Ihadsneaked out the window when King was finally asleep. He had stayed up all night and morning working on his report and waited for the front doorto be repaired. When I went down the stairs on the side of the building, Mack was there, standing guard, eating a protein bar. I looked at him and said, “Don’t mess with me today, Mack. I’m not in the mood.” He held his hands up, still chewing a mouthful of protein bar and watched me take off. I’m sure he told King.
I was on my way to join a guy for coffee that I had met while I was on my book tour. After I had spent the day signing books, a group of us authors went to a local bar for a drink. His name was Joshua and he asked if we could exchange numbers. After I said yes, he said that he would look me up if he were ever in Cupid City. Well, Joshua was in Cupid City, and I needed an escape from the crazy that had become my life. I met him at the Conservatory of Glass & Roses. It’s a part of The Gilded Hart Hotel and full of orchids all around. Joshua had suggested it, and I thought it would be a nice place to walk around.
After Mack had told King I had left, it didn’t take King long to march into the Conservatory, pick me up, throw me over his shoulder, and walk out. Chase was left to interrogate Joshua.
Finally, I said to King, “King Wilder… you’re jealous.”
He waved his hand at me as he walked away, saying, “I think you like torturing me, Ms. Flores. I’m going to take a shower.”
Mumbling under my breath, I mocked him, “Ms. Flores this, Ms. Flores that.” I rolled my eyes and went back to stress-cleaning the kitchen. After I finished, I texted Joshua, profusely apologizing and explaining that I had a stalker who had recently been arrested for breaking into my apartment, and the guys were my security. He understood and wished me the best.
The water shut off in the bathroom, telling me that King was done with his shower. I grabbed water from the refrigerator and turned around. King was standing there in a towel.
I said, “Um…” All words had left me. Whatwerewords? There was a fuckingman, chiseled like a Greek god standing infront of me, wearing nothing but a towel. My mind went wild because Iknewwhat he was working with under that towel. I knew, and I wanted more.
He looked embarrassed. “Sorry, I realized I had set my phone down on the island here…and wanted to grab it before I got dressed. I shouldn’t have left it sitting here.” He walked toward the kitchen island and grabbed his phone.
I wondered if he was seducible, so I set the water bottle down on the counter and walked past him, intentionally rubbing up against him.
“Serayah…,” he groaned.
I stopped and turned around. “Oh! I’mSerayahnow? What’s wrong?”
Those whiskey brown eyes settled on me, sharp, dangerous, looking at me like he was a predator and I was his prey. Like they were trying to hold back from consuming me. I had him right where I wanted him.
Finally, he said, “You know what you’re doing. We can’t do this. We can’t be together. You’re myclient.” He almost sounded convinced.
I walked up to him and turned around, leaning into him and pressing my ass against his cock through the towel, and said, “So what? I have a job for you.”
“Serayah, there are rules for a reason.”
“Are there?” I turned around to face him. He was looking down at me as I stood painfully close to him without touching him. “You’ve never fucked a client before?”
“No.”
