Page 9 of Taboo Flames

“Okay, bye.” She gives me a small wave before hurrying away, her ass molded to perfection in the tight jeans she has on, which keeps my attention far longer than I would have liked.

As soon as she’s out of sight, I dial Carlos’s number.

“Where is she headed?”

“Not home,” he reports.

My hands clench into fists when my mind drifts off to her on the way to some loser guy’s house. Not that it bothers me anyway.

“If you see so much as the wrong breeze blowing against her, you call me right away,” I instruct before hanging up.

A few hours later,I’m trying to concentrate on work, but my attention has been shot to hell by Aurora’s presence in my office earlier this morning. Fifteen minutes later, when I’m redoing a simple summation because I messed it up the first two times, my computer pings with a message.

I open it absentmindedly and frown at the photo attachments from Carlos. Part of me was considering not opening them since knowing more about Aurora won’t do my still-hard cock any favors.

But I’m a glutton for punishment, so I load the pictures and promptly lose my breath.

The pictures show a very scantily clad Aurora about to get into a white sports car. The black leather skirt she has on barely covers her ass, and it looks like it’s been painted on, while the halter-neck zebra top has a neckline almost to her belly button.

No fucking way.

I leap to my feet, dialing Carlos while I hastily pull on my jacket. “Where is she going dressed like that?” I snap.

“A concert, sir. She doesn’t seem too eager to go, but her snobby friends roped her into it a few days ago.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be disturbed by such trivial matters.” I see red.

“Nothing about Aurora is trivial, Carlos. Don’t ever imply that.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll make sure she is safe while keeping a reasonable distance. I’m sending you her live location now. I have it handled, sir.”

“If you did, she’d be in her bedroom watching TikTok on her phone right now,” I retort. “Just send me the live location. I’ll be there ASAP.”

Why am I asking for the address? I’m not even sure. I just know I won’t be able to concentrate on anything if I’m not certain she’s fine.

I knew Aurora was going to be trouble. I just didn’t know she’d be this much trouble. Not only am I leaving work in the middle of a very busy day, but I’m also about to drive to God knows where to get an errant, stubborn woman.

All my sins are finally catching up to me in the form of Aurora Vitale. If not, then why the hell do I seem to worry about her so much?

I don’t know much about the girl, but I know a lot about hanging with the wrong crowd. She doesn’t seem like the type to dress provocatively and act like a brat. She’s clearly rebelling. And something about this whole act makes me uneasy. I just need to be sure she’s fine.

I’ll leave once I check.

I just hope I can control myself once I see her again.

Well, only one way to find out.

This is going to be so much fun.

The thirty-minute drive outof town to the stadium, where the music concert is being held, takes me less than twenty-five minutes. Carlos is waiting for me in the parking lot when I arrive.

“Where is she?” I growl.

“I don’t have eyes on her at the moment, but she was with that group a second ago,” he reports before adding hurriedly, “I’ll find her.”

I glance at the group of scantily dressed girls off to one corner with plastic cups in their hands. None of them pique my interest, but I gravitate toward them, intent on asking them about Aurora’s whereabouts.

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