My mouth fell open as panic surged inside me. I’d not felt this unhinged since Thomas cut off the cameras and wouldn’t tell me where she was.
“So, she’s at home?” I asked as I snatched the phone from her. “Her car’s outside. How did she get there?”
The woman shrugged, and I made a mental note to fuck with her life on a day when I had more time, but right now, I needed to find Hana.
“Great talk,” I grumbled as I stormed out of the diner.
21
HANA
I sucked in a long,deep breath. Today had been a lot, and I felt it in every inch of my body. I’d had to go back to the diner on my way to get my car, realising that I’d left my phone there.
I wasn’t in the mood for people, but when Brianne told me a huge, sexy, bearded man took my phone and stormed out, I knew who had it, and while I wanted to run home and shower off today, there was something appealing about seeing him. I told myself it was because he’d given me the most amazing orgasms I’d ever had, but it was more than that. I felt drawn to the man in a way I’d only read about in romance books. He gave me a sense of safety and protection, which I was scared I could easily get too used to.
I hadn’t even got to the front door before it was thrown open, and Roman stood there. I groaned as I took him in: topless, grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his eyes wide and face flushed. He looked… well, like he’d been busy, and jealousy bubbled inside me at the thought of him with someone else.
“I came for my phone,” I spat out angrily.
His tongue dragged over his top lip as he pushed his hands into his pockets. My eyes raked over his tattoos as I stepped closer; there were so many of them, I couldn’t take them all in.
“Where were you?”
“Sick,” I lied.
He stepped to the side to let me into the house, and I tried not to wince as I moved, the evidence of what I had been doing etched into my aching muscles. He closed the door, and the locks clicked loudly into place, signalling that I was trapped in here with him. Folding my arms over my chest, I let out a sigh, liking how secure I felt in Roman’s fortress. The IT man had off the scale security that most people wouldn’t notice. But I wasn’t most people.
“Can I just get my phone?” I held out my hand, and he looked at it before walking through to the kitchen. When he turned, I could practically feel the energy radiating off him.
Was he angry? Why? And was it with me?
My foot bounced as I stared at him.
“Tell me where you were.”
“In bed, ill. I’ve told you.”
“And you, what, walked home from the diner because your car didn’t move?”
“I got a cab. I had a headache.” I shrugged matter-of-factly. “It wasn’t safe to drive.”
He ran his fingers through his beard as he continued to stare at me. “And now you’re magically cured?”
Nodding, I replied, “Pretty much. I just needed some medication and a nap.”
“So, you were at home all day.”
I let out a frustrated huff. “Yes, psycho. Is that okay with you? It looks like you’ve been busy anyway, so why are you so bothered about where I was?”
He rested back against the counter. “What does that mean?”
I pointed up and down his body. “Was I interrupting something? You can tell her I’m sorry. I just need my phone?”
“Her?”
“Whoever you were getting half naked and sweaty with.”
He glanced down at himself. “I was working.”
