Chapter 61
CHAPTER
SIXTY-ONE
WRATH
Standing outside her door, I watch as Alex and Elodie walk up the staircase. I have Elodie’s key still, but I’m not going to use it. Not when her place is literally just one big room. I don’t want to invade her privacy that way, at least not yet.
Soon enough, I will, I’m sure.
They’re chatting, but I don’t really take in what they’re saying because all I can do is watch her make her way toward me. She’s absolutely fucking beautiful, her mass of hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of tight shorts.
No makeup and a smile on her face as she talks to her cousin… Fucking stunning.
Alex notices me first. I brace myself, waiting for him to say something that might piss me off. I prepare to let it roll off my shoulders, even though all I’ll want to do is pound his face in with my fist.
But he doesn’t.
“Hey,” he calls out, waving his hand.
I jerk my chin in his direction as my subtle hello and watch as he turns before he walks to his door. I keep my gaze on him, focused on him as he walks into his apartment, slips inside, and then closes the door and locks it behind him.
Elodie stands in front of me, tilting her head back, her eyes finding mine, and then I watch as her lips curve up into a smile. “We already had dinner. Decided to go ahead and go out. I’m not sure what I have in the fridge, and I’m a shit cook.”
Her nose wrinkles at the declaration of her being a shit cook, and I can’t help but smile.
Fuck me, but she’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for all these years.
I grin before I reach out and curl my fingers around her wrist, tugging her body close to mine.
She stumbles a few steps, placing her hands on my chest to stabilize herself as her eyes search my own.
“Only thing I want to eat is you, Haze.”
Her body trembles, and goose bumps break out over her flesh. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I suck in a breath through my teeth. It makes a hissing noise as my eyes slide down the length of her body, then back up to meet her eyes.
“Coast,” she exhales. The sound goes straight to my fucking cock.
She’s got her keys in her hand. I slip them from her fingers, slide the key into the lock, and turn it, then push the door open behind me, holding it for her to pass by.
Elodie moves into her place, standing just a few feet in front of me.
She faces me, her gaze searching. I’m going to have to tell her that I need to leave for Vegas tomorrow.
The meeting with the Perov Bratva is tomorrow night, but I want to be there early, scope out the club, and try to get out of it as unscathed as possible.
“I need a shower,” she murmurs. My lips twitch into a smirk. “I’ve been working all day, and just ew.”
Laughing softly, I dip my chin in a single nod. “Go on and take your shower. I’ll be here waiting.”
Her cheeks tint pink, and I know she’s thinking about my mouth between her legs. And it will be. She’s going to ride my fucking face tonight. I want to taste every goddamn drop she has to give me.
The bathroom door clicks closed, and I walk into the kitchen. I’m not really hungry, but I need something to do in here, or I’ll rip the door off the hinges and jump in the shower with her. I imagine she doesn’t want me in there after a long, hot day at work, though.
Opening the fridge, I check the contents and wince. She’s got fucking nothing in here. Not a goddamn thing aside from some eggs, butter, and an apple that is probably on the end of its lifespan.
Reaching for the handle of the freezer, I pull it open, and instead of wincing, I smile as I take in its contents. Several containers of ice cream, some chicken nuggets, a chocolate cheesecake, and a box of some French cookies.
I fuckin love the fact that she’s got sweets in there. At least I know she’s not starving. I push the freezer door closed and walk over to her sink, where there’s a small window, and look out at the parking lot.
My eyes scan the area. There’s a drug deal happening behind a bush, and as I widen my observance, I notice a woman leaning over a car door, hanging halfway into the car before she straightens and tugs the door open, sinking into the driver’s seat, a date made for the next fifteen minutes.
Yeah, Elodie and Alex have to get out of this place. And just like I’ve summoned him, my phone rings, and the name that flashes on the screen is exactly who I need it to be to fix this situation.
“What you got for me?” I gruffly demand.
Loot doesn’t waste even a moment. “I’ve got a two-and-two townhouse that is move-in ready. Two-car garage, granite counters, and a wrought-iron fenced yard area. I think it could be doable for what you’re wanting.”
“I like the sound of that,” I murmur.
“Then there’s another one. It’s also a two-and-two but a touch older. Still nice, but the kitchen and bathrooms are a bit dated by today’s standards. Looks clean, though. The amenities are better, community pool and shit. It’s also about a hundred grand less. It’s really about what you want.”
I know that they would probably love the pool. And I have a feeling since Elodie doesn’t cook, neither does Alex, so an updated kitchen is likely not the most important thing in the world to them.
“Can you do me a favor? Check them out while I run to Vegas tomorrow. Let me know what we’re really looking at. If the one that’s less can get some easy updates, and the complex is better, then we’ll do that.”
“Will do, brother,” Loot mutters, then he clears his throat. “Wanted to let you know as well: both are willing to do a cash sale, no-questions-asked, no-credit-checks required.”
“Thanks for getting that lined up for me.”
“Anything for you,” he grunts before he ends the call.
And as if she realizes the exact perfect timing of it all, Elodie chooses that exact moment to open the door and step out into the middle of her bedroom in nothing but a towel. Gone are all thoughts of desserts and houses. All I can think about is how fucking badly I want her… now.
Right this fucking second.
And then all I can think about is how I’m going to have her… right now.