Page 46 of Somebody's Watching Me
“How long ago did you quit?”
“Again, not your business.”
“How long?” She wanted to stomp her foot like a child. Hell, she wanted to stomp his foot and make it hurt. “I need to know.”
“Two months.”
Her stomach dropped. “What have you been doing for the last two months?”
“I didn’t leave without a job lined up.”
His brilliance would allow him to do whatever he wanted in almost any field, but that wasn’t what concerned her. “What kind of job?”
“One that allows me freedom.” He gave her a fraction of space. “Listen, we’re both tired and emotional. We can talk about this later. I want to hear what Klausen has learned.”
Crossing her arms, she didn’t follow when he went for the door. “Why?”
“Why what?”
Back straight, eyes forward, she met his gaze with as much contempt as she could manage. Since their relationship began, they had never spent more than a week or two away from each other, but after this months-long separation, it almost felt like she was arguing with an entirely different man.
And it didn’t help that the jackass looked good.
Clearer headed than before, she could see he hadn’t exactly lost weight, but had been working on accentuating the muscled tone he’d always maintained with little effort. She knew his body as well as her own, but bet if she removed his clothes, there would be an entirely new landscape to explore.
“Why do you want to know what Klausen has to say?” Giving herself an internal shake, she ordered her hormones to get it together. “If you say your new job is not my business, then what happens to me, or my family, is none of yours.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but his gaze snagged on her chest, and a smirk slowly spread. A quick glance down told her the robe was gaping open, and she gripped the lapels to yank it closed.
“Not my business, eh?” Liam advanced, jerking his chin at the robe. “I didn’t get a good look, but are you wearing what I think you’re wearing under there?”
It was the smirk that had her retreating. She knew it all too well. The predator in him was coming out to play, and her body reacted as it always did. Sizzling lust shot through her, and at once, she was in motion. The giant fluffy robe might have held up against a kidnapper, but it didn’t stand a chance against Liam Cohen.
“Leave me alone.” She scrambled over the bed, but he was across the room, latching onto her ankle before she could get away. “I’ll scream!”
“Go right ahead.” With a solid tug, he dragged her to him. “Do you really think anyone downstairs will come up here?”
No, they would leave her to her fate.
She continued to struggle, and he wrangled her to the end of the bed to lay his body on top of hers. Thoroughly trapped, she relented, and glared at him grinning from above. “You happy?”
“Immensely.”
Brown strands of hair hung past his brow from their tussle, and her fingers itched to knock it away. Old habits and all that. Speaking of old habits, her legs obviously hadn’t received the message that they were no longer together and spread as if they had a mind of their own.
“Did you really head butt him?” His body clearly hadn’t received the memo on their breakup either as he wedged himself between her open thighs. “That’s ballsy, Jamison. Even for you.”
“I was scared.”
“It’ll never happen again.” Lifting a hand, he traced her jawline with his fingertips. “I swear.”
Lower and lower, his fingers trailed from her neck to her chest until reaching the knotted belt of the robe. Death would be a better fate than allowing him to see what was underneath, but she didn’t stop him when he shifted to the side to expose her shame.
Smoothing back the material, his ravenous gaze left her face to devour the work of art created just for him. He had provided her with the specifications of what he wanted down to the color. A shade of emerald to match her eyes with a corseted top that ended in a short silk skirt.
“I don’t know why I put it on.”
Splaying a hand over the lace on her stomach, he didn’t look at her, too preoccupied with examining every detail. “Yes, you do,” he whispered. “And so do I.”
