Page 40 of Diamonds & Deception

My eyes have drifted close, content in his arms. “Yes.”

He carries me to his bedroom, and we make love slowly. The shift in our touches and kisses is powerful as we take our time exploring each other’s bodies.

We fall asleep in a tangle of naked limbs, relaxed, content, and on the cusp of love.

I’m in so much trouble.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Iwake to the soundof Drake’s hushed voice. “Donahue, this better be important to wake me up at six in the goddamn morning.”

My body tenses and I pretend like I’m still asleep. I hear the rustling of sheets as Drake sits up.

“I covered all the bases. There’s no need for you to panic. It’s been taken care of.”

Sweat forms above my lip, and my spine straightens. I listen intently as he moves about the room.

“You don’t have anything to worry about. If anyone does, it’s me.” He sighs in frustration while he listens to whatever the Irish crime lord says. “Give me a minute to get to my computer.”

He leaves and I let out a breath as I roll to my back. I’m so fucking stupid. I let my hormones take over my brain. I was four seconds away from letting Drake get away with murder, or cover up a murder, because he’s hot.

How did I turn into a stupid bimbo so easily distracted by a solid chest and impressive dick?

I don’t fall back asleep and am afraid to get up. I stay in bed for another twenty minutes until Drake returns. He goes into the bathroom and takes a shower, then dresses in one of his fancy suits. The bed dips next to me and he brushes the hair off my forehead.

“Hey, baby.” He places a tender kiss on my lips. How can a man who works with a crime lord be so gentle? “I have to go to work.”

I pretend I’m just waking up and slowly open my eyes. “Mmm. What time is it?”

“Seven. Stay as long as you want. Make yourself at home. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay.” I pretend to fall back into blissful sleep.

I wait for ten minutes after he’s gone before getting up. I throw on his discarded T-shirt, then go snooping. Last night I didn’t get the full tour, but I know there’s another hallway on the other side of the kitchen. I assume that’s where his home office is.

The first door I open is another bedroom, followed by a bathroom, and another room which has a desk and computer in it. A bookshelf filled with pictures, textbooks, and novels takes up one entire wall. I move over to his desk where a giant framed ace of diamonds, just like in his office downstairs, hangs behind it. I take a quick look over my shoulder before opening the file folder sitting next to the keyboard.

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