Page 41 of Hidden Rocco
His cheeks were red as he said, “That’s a lot of hotels.”
Her billions bought her whatever she wanted in life, but it hadn't even brought her into contact with any man worth his salt.
She lowered her lashes. Perhaps now wasn’t the time to tell him. He needed to process who she really was, so she sipped her wine. “I’m Mica Murphy.”
“That’s a prettier last name than Hellsworth.”
She shouldn’t have expected more. It’s not like he read the business pages. Besides, she had more important things to worry about. Ali’s family could find her with the computer breach.
She had her helicopter on standby. Rocco’s name was about to be cleared so he could be with her. Her car was in her lot. Her room was secure as a panic suite. And she had her gun. Mica met his gaze. “My brothers never bothered with the company as they were happy with their shares. I took over for my father when I was twenty-four, and I liked having control.”
He bumped into her shoulder playfully as he asked, “Liked?”
Her heart thumped differently and her lips tingled. “I like being here with you and Jacob even more now, but don’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t.” He took her glass and placed it on the fireplace mantel next to his.
Her pulse zipped and then he came back, wrapped his arms around her sides, and kissed her.
It was like the heavens had opened just for her and she'd found someone she wasn’t afraid to be herself with.
His kiss made the rest of the world and all her worries just disappear.
Chapter 12
In that moment, Rocco Hellsworth knew three things. Mica's soft skin smelled better than any floral perfume. Two, Mica was the kindest and sexiest mom he’d ever met and couldn’t imagine anyone like her. And three, he had no right to even dream about her like he did.
The scene was quite domestic as they finished their ice cream in the library and patted their bellies in satisfaction.
Currently he’d like to strip her naked and claim her.
The sleeping baby in the playpen was probably her best armor and honestly he hated himself for having these thoughts right here, right now.
He stacked their empty bowls to take to the kitchen and get a breather when suddenly a pounding sounded from the front lobby door. He recalled locking it.
Mica rose and hugged her waist as she stared at the closed white library door that led to the hall and hotel foyer. He stood in front of her. “Were you expecting another package?”
Her face was pale and she sucked in her breath like she wasn’t in full control as she said, “No. Go see?”
This was why she'd asked him to stay and given him clothes and food.
He wouldn't let her down so he headed to the door, squared his shoulders like he was a human shield, and reached for the handle. “Stay here with Jacob.”
As he opened the door, she asked, “Knock four fast knocks and one slow one so I’ll open the door?”
Right. Good. Hopefully this was nothing. His entire body away aware of every sound in the distance listening for more than just the birds.
The white fabric chairs in the hall were empty and he jiggled the door behind him to ensure it was locked. Rocco strode toward the front door.
Outside the bay windows he saw no delivery trucks or police cars parked.
Not a package, then, unless it was left at light speed. He cautiously opened the door—no box waiting to be taken in.
He relocked the door. Nothing near him was out of place wherever he went and every window in all the main rooms was closed and locked.
He ensured he made no sound but he entered the kitchen and even here, nothing stirred.
Yet he’d heard the knock and so had Mica.
