Page 105 of Cruel Devil

She shakes her head and gently pulls her hand out between mine. “I keep to my room. Always let a friend know where I’m going if I leave. And I’m always home by ten.”

“Maybe it’s better if you leave.” It hurts even saying it, because I have a feeling once Andy is out of my life, she’ll be gone for good.

“And go where?”

“I could give you the keys to one of my?—”

“No.” Her smile is frigid. “I won’t let him bully me. Anyway, me and my mom still have a few seasons of Love Boat to watch.”

She gives me another once-over as she tosses me the ointment. “Take two aspirin and call me in the morning.”

When Andy walks past me, headed for the wine cellar, the scent of her green apple shampoo hits my nose.

She gasps when I slide my hand around her waist, stopping her in her tracks. I lean in, putting my mouth by her ear. “If you ever need to hide out from the Boogeyman again, my room’s just down the hall.”

“Really think that’s such a good idea?” she whispers, leaning back to look at me. Her frank stare makes my stomach clench and my dick grow hard. “Last time I did that, the boogeyman was waiting at the foot of the bed when I woke up.”

I tuck a strand of her strawberry-blond hair behind her ear.

“Next time, I won’t forget to lock the door.”

I draw her closer, expecting her to push me away, but she’s staring at me with a tiny crease between her brows.

“We could smoke some more weed,” I murmur.

She searches my eyes, but fuck knows what she’s looking for. Some hint that Sergio’s psychotic nature isn’t hereditary?

We’re flush against each other now as I walk my fingers up her side, leaning my head in so close that I can feel her breath on my lips.

“Slip around in my bed.”

Her lips part, her gaze dropping to my mouth as her eyes become lidded, like I’m putting her into a trance with my murmured promises.

“I’ll find that video I was watching and we could?—“

We both jerk when my phone starts ringing. She blinks rapidly and then pulls my arm off her, stepping back and frowning at me like how dare I whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, ripping my phone out of my pocket. I check the screen, and then take a deep breath before answering. “This had better be good.”

“You said to call soon as the results came in,” Matias says warily.

“The results are back?”

Andy is already halfway out the kitchen. She’s so eager to get out of my fucking way that she’d completely forgotten about her mother’s wine and crackers. But when she hears me, she spins around and stares.

“Courier just arrived,” Matias confirms.

I aim for the front entrance of the villa, beckoning Andy to follow. She claps her arms over her chest and hurries after me, looking concerned and hopeful at the same time.

“We’re on our way. Where are you?”

“I don’t have them, boss.”

I stop walking, and Andy halts reluctantly at my side. “What do you mean, you don’t have them?”

Matias huffs out a breath loud enough that the phone picks it up. “Sergio took them.”

“Ser—” I cut off, glancing at Andy. She shrugs, widening her eyes, demanding an explanation. “I told you those results were for my eyes only,” I growl.

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