Page 35 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
SEDUCED BY THE SPY
He stalked me from the shadows. Now he’ll torch every rule to claim me.
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I'm Vanessa.
Someone broke into my place…but took nothing.
I'm terrified.
And alone.
My work crush appears unexpectedly and offers to keep me safe.
At what price?
We have a past Rush doesn't remember…
So I offer him a night he won't forget.
But he already knows.
And he sees my forbidden desires.
Because he's been secretly watching me. Studying me. Craving me.
And now that he's had a taste, he'll never let me go.
1
St. Augustine, Florida
February 5
6 p.m.
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Vanessa
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The sun is about to set. The streets are slick from the shower that doused me as I rushed to my car. My clothes stick to my skin, from the low dip of my soft pink shirt all the way to my beige wraparound skirt. What was a more demure than daring slit this morning now clings uncomfortably to my damp thighs.
Rush Garrison probably got caught in the rain, too. I would have loved to see his crisp black dress shirt plastered to his broad shoulders, hugging the rippling muscles of his torso…
Get over it. He doesn’t remember you. It’s been years. He’s head of the hotel’s security now, and you’re just a fellow employee. Go out with Paul in Accounting. He’s asked three times.
I can’t bring myself to say yes.
With a sigh, I pull my little Fiat into the carport beside my historic cottage, grab my purse, and dash through the deluge up my brick walkway. Under the cover of my porch, I stop to catch my breath and laugh at the crazy sheets of rain still pelting the street.
It’s been a hell of a day. Bryan Russell, my boss, was holed up in a mysterious meeting for hours, the hotel is filling up with out-of-state guests for another balmy weekend, and some creepy guy in the lobby stared at me most of the afternoon. I handled everything, but now? TGIF! I have all blessed weekend off to couch camp with a glass of wine and a pile of super sexy romances on my e-reader. Okay, I have to do laundry, too. But other than that, it’ll be nothing but fictional hot sex.
And fantasizing about Rush Garrison. A lot.
As I scramble for my house key, the rain suddenly stops in typical Florida fashion. I laugh again.
