Chapter 35
An orange the size of a softball flies at me once the door is cracked open enough.
I jerk back just in time, the air from the moving projectile grazing my cheek, sending the incessant hairs that won’t stay in place fluttering into my eye.
“Ahh! Fuck!” I snarl as the tips poke my cornea, tears welling in my eye.
“Did I get you, motherfucker?” Shantel hollers from inside the room.
“No! My hair poked me in the fucking eye,” I grumble, strolling down the hall to retrieve the rolling fruit.
“Serves you right! What were you thinking not checking in?” Shantel’s apple green eyes match the colour in her short, leaf-printed tennis dress as she stares me down.
I cautiously enter the room, quickly looking for any more possible fruit-weapons, as a look promising violence is painted on her face.
Usually, this shit would have me harder than a rock.
Who does she think she is, throwing fruit at me?
It’s our game. It always has been. I push her, she fights back, and we fuck it out of our system.
Now?
My dick’s as limp as soggy spaghetti.
“On today of all days,” she growls, fear laced through her annoyance.
“I’m sorry, things got away from me. The meeting ran long, but I’ve got a way in.” Shutting the door behind me, I move across the room to the desk, placing the shopping bags down upon it. “I made it seem like one of his girls interests me, we agreed I could try the milk before purchasing the cow.”
“Do you have to say it like that?”
I’m not about to tell my slightly infatuated head of security that I almost dropped to my knees before the most enrapturing woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
I wouldn’t put it past Shantel to have Rose eliminated accidentally.
She’s slightly off-kilter. It’s what makes her good at her job, and why we get along so well.
She’s willing to take the risks that others are not.
“How else should I word it?” I snap. “Maximus is going to let me repeatedly defile this abducted woman while I’m on the islands looking for Rip.
And when I kill him, I can have her as consolation.
If I fail, her price is astronomical. So I need to drag this out, break this woman over and over as I worm my way into his operation.
All while hunting myself. It’s brilliant and disgusting. ”
Shantel levels me with a look. “You’re so convincing I almost believed you.”
Smiling sweetly, I reply, “Thanks, I’ve been practicing.”
She saunters over to me, placing her palms on my chest. I hate the sensation, the entitlement, like she’s somehow allowed to touch me because of our complicated relationship.
She’s not, neither is anyone else, not unless I explicitly say.
I’d break her fucking fingers if she wasn’t my best friend’s sister.
“Don’t lose sight of the goal when you’re in there.
I know how you get when the begging starts.
” She looks up at me. Her short and petit form trying to exude authority as long dark caramel waves frame her pretty face, curling around under her small tits.
Both ears are lined with piercings. They glint in the late afternoon light streaming through the glass balcony doors.
My eyes roll back as a sliver of pleasure digs itself beneath my skin.
No doubt, Shantel thinks I’m remembering the vision of her pleading, tear-streaked face.
But I’m not. I’ve been thrown back into that room with Rose.
The smell of her blood invading my fucking brain as I fight the urge to impale her on my cock.
I could have shattered her in seconds with her all charged up like that. I know it.
However, I need to exercise restraint this time. Edge myself and make the build euphoric. Because when that spitfire breaks, oh…it will be a sight to behold. Nothing may ever compare to it again.
Shantel’s fingers start to work the top button of my breezy black shirt, yanking me out of my thoughts. Rose’s blood still colours my chest, and I don’t want to deal with the jealousy that will awaken in the woman currently fogging up the air with her lust.
Placing my hands over hers, I stop her movements. Gently, I remove her touch. “I have so much work to do. The meet is less than a week away.”
Mouth forming into a thin line, she takes a step back, my head of security snapping to attention. Gesturing to the bags, I quickly relay what items are for who, and direct her to stop for ice cream. Kyle will be elated, but Bucky will be annoyed with me for pissing off his sister.
Shantel is perturbed when the door closes behind her, leaving an air of tension woven through the room. Suddenly, I don’t like that she has a key to my hotel room, and I wonder if I should go to the desk and request a new one.
I can’t bother with that now, though. The up and down of my dick has my balls fucking aching.