Page 11 of Sinfully Mine

“Okay.”

It had to be the absolute worst timing. I could feel in my gut that this was bad. Most of the staff would have left by the time I exited the building. It made me nervous to walk outside alone. Didn’t the supervisor think of her employees and their safety?

Over twenty-five minutes later, I finally left the building. And yeah, it was deserted.

A sigh escaped my lips as I approached my car, reaching into my purse for my keys. About twenty feet from my vehicle and surrounded by concrete inside the parking garage, I noticed two men standing far too close to my parking space. They hadn’t seen me yet, so I darted around a pillar, breathing fast as I hoped I didn’t make too much noise.

When I heard them stop talking, I peeked my head around the corner, trying to get a better look at the two men without revealing my position. I had to slap a hand over my mouth before I gasped. There was no mistaking the scar on the left side of his face or the long coat he always wore. Tony Collins had found me.

No way was this a coincidence. He wouldn’t watch me on my cam and then randomly show up where I work, locate my vehicle, and stand close enough that he’d intercept me as I left my building. In this line of work, there weren’t any accidents. He’d found a way to trace my IP address.

It wasn’t shocking. We’d made it easy for him. Agent Rickman ensured that Tony had to work for it, but the information would be there for him to find. What I didn’t like and found worrisome was the lack of agents or a police presence.

Where was Agent Rickman?

Shit. I was on my own.

“Maybe we missed her,” I heard a male voice I didn’t recognize say to Tony. “She has to be walking to her car by now.”

“Yeah. You head toward the garage entrance. I’ll stay by the car.”

Dammit. I didn’t see anywhere to hide. If I ran, he’d catch up to me. I couldn’t outrun him or the other guy. I was trapped.

The heavy rumble of a motorcycle engine caught my attention as I swung my head to the right, blinking in disbelief when I saw the rider dressed in black, wearing gloves and a helmet that concealed his identity.

Somehow, I knew he came for me.

I didn’t hesitate to rush from behind the pillar, shoving my keys into my purse as I threw a leg over the seat. My ass planted on the leather as the man in front of me grumbled an order.

“Hold on tight.”

“Okay.” I wrapped my arms around the stranger’s waist and scooted close, burying my head in his back as the bike sped off. Wind whipped at my clothes and hair as we turned onto the street and picked up speed. I had no idea how long we planned to ride and didn’t care as long as he took me far away from Tony Collins.

It felt like forever before we finally slowed down, pulling onto a driveway I had never seen. Nothing about the neighborhood was familiar. The houses were all similar in structure, and I was sure that was intentional. Anyone looking for us wouldn’t be able to tell one residence from another aside from the vehicles parked outside.

The biker clicked a remote, and the garage door opened. He rolled inside and shut off the engine, rising off the seat as he shut the door behind us. “You’re safe now.”

Something about the deep resonance of his voice reminded me of my gamer friend.

That wasn’t possible. Hunter didn’t know where I lived. We never gave each other our address or phone number. We kept things casual. At least, they had been up until a week ago. Now, I didn’t know what he thought about me or what he saw. I was too chicken to find out.

“I need to contact Agent Rickman.”

The biker stared at me through the visor but didn’t lift it. He nodded, gesturing for me to enter the house as he opened the interior door. It was sweet that he held it open so I could walk in before him.

“Thanks,” I responded as I entered the kitchen. The house was beautiful inside, with vaulted ceilings and an open floor plan. Black, gray, and white tones complimented the modern décor. The interior was spotless, almost like no one lived here or stayed often, which made sense if this was a safe house or only used during an emergency.

I dropped my purse onto the dark gray couch and sat down. I felt exhausted. Just the idea of being so close to Tony Collins freaked me out. If Agent Rickman hadn’t sent this biker to rescue me, Tony probably would have taken me. Who knows what would have happened after that?

I shuddered, reaching inside my purse for my phone and dialing Agent Rickman’s number. He didn’t answer.

Great. I sent a text and hoped he would respond soon.

“You need anything?”

I sat back and rested my head on the back of the couch. My eyes fluttered. “Is there any bottled water?”

“Sure. I’ll grab one.”

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