I follow her and close the door and lock it. “Could be a while,” I warn.
“Definea while.” Serafina flops onto the end of the bed, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.
I can’t blame her, that shit in the guest house would make most girls curl into a ball and cry for weeks or seek relief in an endless stream of wine. This woman is different. Brave to a fault. Stubborn. Insulting. Clever. And fucking gorgeous. Unbelievably so.
“Last time I saw him, your escort had his lips wrapped around a longneck.”
“So? He’s allowed to have a couple drinks on the job.”
“Not if he worked for me. That’s the first rule of any good bodyguard. You don’t join the party, sweetheart, you stand out. Earn the respect of the guests so they don’t fuck around with your merchandise.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, looking more pissed off. “Is that what I am, Eagle? Priced to sell?”
So much for honesty. Why do women get offended by simple truth? “Under these circumstances, yeah. You’re not here to generate great discussion topics. That body . . . that face . . . your mouth.”
“Don’t leave anything out.”
“Everything seems to lead back to that goddamned mouth of yours.” I head to the bed and sit down next to her, wanting to get closer—to smell her again. “You talk too much.”
“So do you, especially for a one percenter.” She eyes the diamond-shaped patch on the front of my leather vest, a distant look in her eyes.
“What do you know about bikers?”
“Nothing,” she snaps. “Just an intuitive observation.”
“What else do you know, Serafina?” I love her name.
She inches away from me. “That you’re invading my personal space.”
I chuckle. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. If I’m stuck here, you should leave so I can take a dip in the hot tub.”
I look at the barrel-styled Jacuzzi, remembering when Lazaro had several installed during a major remodel a few years ago. “Nice try, Serafina. The last time I left you alone, you ran away. There’s no way I’m making the same mistake again.”
“Stand guard outside the door.”
“And give you a chance to crawl out the windows?”
“Fine.” She jumps up and crosses the room, kneels in front of a suitcase, and unzips it. She shuffles around in it, then pulls out an iPod. “If you’re staying, you’ll have to put up with my taste in music.”
Expecting something girly like Justin Bieber, I’m impressed when the smoky beat of a classic Sade tune blasts out of the speaker on the nearby dresser. I reposition myself on the bed, sliding up to the headboard and arranging the pillows behind my back. I lace my fingers behind my head, ready to let Serafina do her thing. The hot tub is in plain view, so she’s not going anywhere.
I watch as she approaches the side of the Jacuzzi and reaches in to test the water temperature. She nods in approval, then retreats a step. Satisfied she intends to chill, I relax and stretch, closing my eyes for a second. Instinct tells me to open them immediately. I do, catching her slowly unbuttoning the jeans she slipped into while we were in the cabana. Nothing tops seeing how this girl shucks clothes. Her fingers move gracefully, practiced and hypnotizing.
That’s the seasoned stripper in her—everything she does screams sex.
I sit up as the fabric of her shirt slides from her shoulders, revealing flawless, tanned skin. Then it falls to her feet. Whether intentionally or not, she shoots me a seductive look, the kind I know too well. It’s a subtle invitation to admire her body. I fist my hands at my sides, my palms staring to sweat. I want to bite one of her tits while I pump inside her.Fuck!But then she angles her body so I can see that beautiful ass. She kicks off her heels and instead of climbing into the steamy water, she bends at the waist and slides her G-string off like she’s on stage.
Should I grab a handful of twenties from my pocket and shower her with bills?
When she sucks on her bottom lip, I’m about done.
“What are you doing, Serafina?”Besides tempting a man who’s been on the edge for too long.With one word, I’ll join her and show her what she’s doing to me. I know this girl wants to fuck me. But she’s in for a surprise, because I’ll do all the fucking while she screams my name.
She whips her long hair to one side, looking over her shoulder at me. “Getting comfortable. Doing what youwantedme to do.”
I’ve had an erection since I threw her over my shoulder on the highway, but it’s throbbing painfully now, begging for relief. Begging to be inside her. “What’s that, darlin’?”
