Page 73 of Redeeming Rabbit

He scoffed. “Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? I’m rich and attractive. Every woman wants my attention.”

The guy was a real piece of work. “What about Jasmine, Rochelle, Nicole, Elyse, and Elizabeth?”

Morse had the names up on his screen, but I didn’t need to look. I’d memorized them. Five women who’d filed charges against this motherfucker, only to have his sins swept under the rug. I would make damn sure Elenore wasn’t number six.

His free fist clenched, and he slammed it on his desk. The asshole was angry now. Good.

“Who the fuck is this? How did you…? If those bitches talked….”

“Bet your daddy paid a lot of money to lock their files down, but I have news for you, you perverse piece of shit. Nothing stays hidden forever.”

He ground his teeth. “What do you want?”

“What every decent human being wants. For you to stay the fuck away from women who don’t give you their consent.”

He stood and paced his office. “I’ve never forced myself on anyone. I didn’t have to. Those women knew the score the minute they saw me. But each one believed their magical cunt would lock me down. Those bitches all got paid. They need to keep their mouths shut. We had an agreement.”

The delusional bastard probably believed Elenore wanted him, too. Man, I really wanted to punch him in the face. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear, you pencil-dicked, entitled motherfucker. This is metryingto be a good fucking person. I don’t want to go to jail, but I will rip—”

Morse and Tap lunged in front of me, frantically shaking heads and slashing hands across their throats. Right. We’d agreed to no threats of physical violence. Shit. This was harder than I thought. I blew out my breath and tried again.

“We’re having a conversation rather than… exploring less savory solutions. Don’t fuckin’ push me.”

Tap shook his head and mouthed, “You sound like a wannabe mob boss.”

I flipped him off. Not the most constructive criticism from the peanut gallery today.

Into the phone, I said, “We’re watching you, Cameron. We have eyes and ears everywhere. Our media friends would love to get their hands on your story. Fuck around, and youwillfind out what it’s like when everyone discovers you’re nothing but a warped piece of shit.”

There. That was the speech Morse and Tap had approved. Before I could add anything else, Tap snatched the phone out of my hand.

“This is your one warning. We’ll be watching,” he said before ending the call.

Hound grinned up at me. “So, what are you gonna do next?”

* * *

When Elenore arrived home from the gym, I was in her apartment, grateful she’d given me a key before the dinner since I’d gotten dressed and ready at her place. I’d piled gifts on her sofa and arranged a colorful bouquet of Gerber daisies in a vase on the end table. I’d spent all afternoon buying her gifts. At first, I’d wanted to get her something unexpected and personal. For that gift, I’d settled on a badass handcrafted chess set. She once mentioned she played, and I hoped she’d teach me.

Then I’d gone the traditional route, buying her flowers, fine chocolate, and jewelry, in case she was into that shit. Remembering that Rose had lost her mind once when a guy gave her a stuffed animal, I also bought a two-foot-tall plush unicorn. I glanced at the sofa, second-guessing that decision and hoping it wasn’t too immature.

The door opened. “Rabbit?” Elenore asked as her footsteps sounded against the hardwood floor.

I’d parked where she’d see my bike since I wasn’t trying to scare her shitless. I suddenly felt really damn naked and vulnerable, but it was too late for doubts. Butterflies danced in my stomach, and my heart raced. I didn’t reach for my anxiety pills because this wasn’t the type of tension I wanted to medicate away. I embraced the excitement, consciously forcing myself to stop worrying that she might have changed her mind. My woman wasn’t fickle, and she meant what she said. I loved that about her. Then again, I loved everything about her.

She saw me before I could call out my location and stopped short. First amusement, and then heat flooded her eyes.

I was dressed in nothing but a black leather jockstrap harness that barely covered my limp cock. The sight of her sent all the blood rushing to my dick, and I had no idea what would happen to this thing when I got hard. I feared it might pop off and go flying across the room. Regardless, I didn’t doubt the outfit one bit. It was the male equivalent of what she’d worn for me the night of the dinner, and from the moment I saw it, I knew I had to have it. Judging by the lust in her eyes, it was worth every penny.

“I don’t know whether to laugh or ravage you,” Elenore said, her voice breathy.

“You can do both. In fact, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me because we’re doing this. I’m getting help.”

Her gaze—which had been steadily devouring my body—jumped up to meet mine. Her eyes were the color of whiskey today, with only a thin jade line encircling the irises. The hope I saw in them punched me in the chest. I would continue to work with Sage and get my shit together because my woman needed me as much as I needed her.

“Seriously?” she asked.

“I’d do anything for you, Poe. Sage expects to see you tomorrow at eleven.”

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