Page 115 of Restless Hawke
Drowning in her jasmine scent.
In the scent of ustogether.
And I might never get out.
Going catatonic isn’t an option today—unfortunately.
I weave around a gaggle of women with matching shirts indicating they’re on a bachelorette trip and beeline toward the room I’m expected at in only a handful of minutes.
Bishop’s gaze stays on me the entire time instead of worrying about our surroundings, which is supposed to be her job. “Did something happen?”
I chance glancing over at her again as we keep moving. “Why?”
“You seem unusually grumpy this morning for somebody who undoubtedly spent the night buried inside a woman he seems rather obsessed with.”
Fucking hell.
Wincing, I scrub my hand over my cheek. “Was I that obvious?”
The one damn time in my life I become obsessed with a woman and she ends up being a plant. A scammer. Just another one of Satriano’s minions who is working off her debt to the man who also owns me.
What are the fucking chances?
Maybe it’s karma for what I did to Atlas. People always say payback is a bitch, and it definitely feels like someone is paying me back for something with this entire thing.
Bishop snorts. “We all saw the way you looked at her at dinner. That girl got under your skin…and fast.”
“Don’t fucking remind me.”
Her brows wing up. “So, something did happen.”
I sigh, pausing for a moment to let a stumbling couple, who look like they’ve been up all night doing exactly what Allegra and I were, pass. “You could say that…”
But I’m not about to tell her what Allegra confessed.
It’s too embarrassing.
It’s still too raw.
The betrayal.
The pain.
How the fuck did I fall for that?
For her?
How did I not see it coming?
How did I not know?
My chest tightens the same way it has every time I thought about that woman and what she did to me since she walked out of the presidential suite more than an hour ago.
All through my shower…scrubbing my skin red and until it hurt to try to get rid of her scent and the feel of her all over me.
Changing multiple times…trying to find clothes that her smell doesn’t cling to, even though she never even touched them.
I couldn’t help glancing at the bed, remembering what it felt like to have her in my arms. Hearing the echo of her gasps as she came on my cock. Feeling the flutter of her lips along mine.
