“I’ve seen those on TV. They emit a loud sound, right?”
Vincent nodded. “Light, too. They disorient a person long enough for the police to take them down.”
“So if someone opens the door...”
“I’ll have the time to disarm them and put them down.”
“Won’t it disorient you, too?” I asked.
He sent me a smirk over his shoulder and I felt that flutter in my belly turn into a full-on parade of butterflies.
“I’ll be expecting it,” he said. “An intruder won’t. And since all I need is a few seconds of the advantage…”
He let the statement hang and stepped back to check his work. “Needless to say, if you decide to make a run for it, let me know first. Not like I’m going to stop you.”
I ground my teeth at that.
“Those guys must be good friends,” I muttered.
“What guys?”
“Beck’s father and uncle.”
Vincent was silent for a moment before saying, “They understand loyalty.”
It wasn’t the words themselves, but the way he said them that made me feel like he was definitely taking a dig at me. Which made no sense, because he didn’t know the first thing about me.
“Is it just me or all politicians?” I asked as Vincent moved to the opposite side of the bed…the side closer to the door.
“Since I don’t know you from Adam, what do you think?” he asked.
“I think you’re a judgmental son of a bitch,” I said.
“I call it like I see it.”
I was about to make a snide retort when I saw Vincent reach for the button on his pants. “What are you doing?” I squeaked.
Yeah…squeaked.
Nathan Wilder, thirty-year-old candidate for senator, just squeaked like a girl.
“I’m going to bed,” he said simply. My throat went dry as the button popped open. The sound of the zipper was like a gunshot going off. I knew I needed to move, but all I could do was sit thereand watch Vincent’s thick fingers maneuver his pants down his hips. “You didn’t think this was one of those scenarios, did you?”
I had no clue what he was talking about. Was he even talking? I heard sound coming from his mouth, but my brain was focused on the sight of his cock nestled in his black briefs.
His very large cock, if the bulge was anything to go by.
“What?” I managed to ask. It wasn’t until Vincent stopped pushing his pants any farther down his legs that I realized I’d been staring. I jerked my eyes up to his and saw a gleam of satisfaction in them. “What?” I asked again, completely lost.
“I’m not giving up the bed to the injured damsel in distress, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“You want to share?” I asked stupidly. Was he kidding?
“What Iwantis irrelevant,” Vincent returned as his eyes slid over my body. Jesus, was he…was he checking me out? I barely heard him say, “What I’mdoingis getting ready for bed. What you do is up to you. Take the other side, the floor, no skin off my nose.”
“We can’t share a bed,” I said as I quickly climbed to my feet. “It’s not…appropriate.”
“Fine,” Vincent said easily as he shucked his pants and tossed them over the end of the bed. He snagged one of the pillows and threw it at me. “Enjoy the floor, Nate.”
