Page 47 of Sebastian

“And just what do you think will happen when the string snaps? Do you think I’m just going to fall on my knees and beg you to do ungodly things to me?”

“Em, if you’re down on your knees, I’ll be the one begging for you to do ungodly things to me.”

“You wish.” She unbuckled from the chair and walked over to the sofa, pulling the large blanket down over herself. As she closed her eyes, she scoffed at his declaration. Except, the throbbing between her legs betrayed exactly how she felt about him. Maybe going to Colorado alone with Sebastian wasn’t the safe choice. Not safe for her heart, anyway.

But then again, she wasn’t truly alone with him. Gage and Nash would be there. She’d just have to make sure she planned accordingly. If she was never alone with Seb, she wouldn’t have to worry about giving in to temptation. Pulling the blanket over her head, she let out a wild yawn and tried to calm her mind.

It must have worked because the next thing she knew, Gage was gently shaking her shoulder to wake her up for landing. It was dark out by the time they were in the car, turning off the highway to begin their slow drive up the winding roads. Emma only saw a few lights on the way, showing just how remote the safe house was.

Sebastian’s hand had been on her thigh since they left the airport, with Gage driving and Nash grumbling about riding shotgun. His hand tightened as Gage slowed down, turning into the forest.

“Is there even a road here?” Emma whispered.

“This is the driveway to the house.”

“I would have never seen that turn off in a million years.”

“That’s the point, Sprinkles.”

Of course it was. The driveway had to be at least half a mile long. She couldn’t even begin to fathom how they maintained it during the winter.

“This is your safe house?” Emma’s jaw was almost on the floor. This certainly wasn’t a simple cabin in the woods. No. The three-story house was more like a multi-million dollar chalet. It was the fanciest home Emma had ever seen. “What the hell do you see in Bell Ridge? Because if I had a home like this, in the middle of the forest all to myself, I’d never leave.”

“I love this place, but it gets lonely being out here on your own for too long. Bell Ridge is still small, but at least they have decent coffee there and I don’t have to try to make it myself.”

“Oh, just decent?”

Sebastian laughed before taking Emma’s hand in his. He apparently had no problems leaving the guys behind to deal with all their luggage as he walked her up the front porch, which was a stunning wraparound filled with gorgeous wooden chairs, through the main floor, where there was an over-sized, sunken living room and into a kitchen she could just about live in. The features of the home were stunning, yet simple, and even knowing that Seb most likely had someone come in and design everything, it still felt like he was in every detail of the place.

“Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

Emma honestly couldn’t hold in her excitement, and she may have accidentally gasped when Sebastian opened the doors to her room. No, it honestly couldn’t even be called a room. It was a suite…a whole little home on it’s own.

The four-poster bed was massive, loaded with fluffy blankets and a million different pillows, and reminded her of how cozy her bed was back at her apartment, after he replaced her old one. She might just sleep the entire time they were in Colorado. Looking around, she could see a door that led to the attached bathroom, and his and hers closets. Wait…his and hers?

“Sebastian, is this your room?”

“Do you want it to be?” He quirked his eyebrow up.

She stared at him, watching the smirk grow on his face.

“Sadly, no. This room is all yours. I’m just across the hall though, if you need me.”

“A-and where are Gage and Nash staying?”

“In the operations center.”

“And that would be…”

“In the basement.”

Two entire floors of the house separated them from the guys. Emma’s plan to stay away from Sebastian was rapidly crumbling around her.

“I don’t need all this. I can stay down there with them.”

“No can do, Sprinkles. We deal with a lot of classified information and the operations center is key-card granted entry only.”

“Oh,” she swallowed thickly.

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