As he left the room, closing and locking the door behind him, I flipped him the bird. For all the passion we’d shared, all the playfulness that had made me feel special, with a single paragraph he’d destroyed everything.
Reminding me in no uncertain terms he was a very bad man.
Just like he’d warned me he was.
Silly me to forget something like that, especially when I knew his type all too well. I rolled over, refusing to think about him any longer. Yet as I turned off my light, determined not to allow my prison time to bother me, all I could do was think of him.
Longing to be held by him.
Hungering for him.
His kisses.
His heated touches.
His piercing eyes.
His thick cock driving me into ecstasy.
Fuck him. Fuck all men.
I didn’t need him anyway.
CHAPTER 15
Beckham
While I’d been prone to bouts of restlessness my entire life, the night before had been excruciating.
All because Kenya’s scent continued to linger on my skin, her sweet taste on my tongue. Even after consuming one too many glasses of bourbon, I’d still felt antsy. As the sun was starting to rise, I remained sitting behind my desk, trying to find out more about her.
I’d meant the harsh words I’d said. I was never wrong about when someone was hiding something. However, in doing so, I’d broken some of the limited trust we’d started to develop.
The frank conversation had been necessary, but I certainly had no clue how to soft sell anything, which was partially what kept me from being any kind of romantic. It wasn’t that I didn’t know what a woman needed; it was that I often didn’t care.
Except with her.
Damn it.
My housekeeper had arrived early, even being kind enough to bring me a steaming mug of hot coffee. It remained untouched.
Yes, I’d found out about certain aspects of Kenya’s life, but it was a trail that had led to a dead end. It was as if her childhood hadn’t existed. What in the fuck was she hiding and why did it seem important to what I was dealing with?
I tilted back my head, cupping both sides of my face. The stiff hairs of my beard scratched my palms. How long had it been since I’d shaved? In my mind too long but in reality, it had only been a few days.
When I heard footsteps, by instinct I grabbed my weapon perched on the edge of my desk, holding it loosely in one hand.
Jeff walked in, looking as haggard as I felt. It would seem sleep was difficult to come by for a lot of us. He stopped short as soon as he noticed the weapon, lifting his eyebrows curiously. “You gonna shoot me, boss?”
“It depends on what you’ve come here to tell me.”
He sauntered forward as he did when he had some scrap of information he was certain I’d want to hear. He even slammed his hands on my desk, peering down at me with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Don’t be overly dramatic, Jeff. I’m exhausted, in no mood, and it’s been one hell of a long few days.”
“Yeah, well, maybe this will brighten your surly mood. Through my excellent sleuthing capabilities and the time spent scouring the goddamn streets as well as calling in a couple favors, I think I found someone you’re going to want to talk to.”
“Are you looking for a medal?”