Page 60 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
It has to be a coincidence. Maybe it’s the hotel calling him because there’s a security problem and he’ll have to report in to work. I expected this weekend to be rowdy.
But what if the ringing phone isn’t a coincidence?
Frowning, I hang up and wait.
The ringing pealing from Rush’s pants pocket stops.
So does my heart.
Is it possible Rush works for Daddy? That he’s the one sent to watch over me?
I press the button again. The ringing across the room resumes.
As if I’m on autopilot, I head straight for his pants and find the device. It’s still ringing when I lift it.
On my phone, I disconnect the call again. In my other hand, the ringing stops.
That son of a bitch.
All this time, I assumed Mrs. Crafton was my watchdog, an older version of my aunt. The grandmother figure I never had. But no…
Daddy sent someone I’ve been crushing on. Who I once kissed. Who I work with. Or is his job at the hotel just a cover? It has to be.
And I’m so furious.
My father didn’t just send someone reliable to guard me this time. He sent a spy, like him—a master of disguises, cover stories, misdirection, mind games, and manipulation.
Is any of what Rush and I have real? Or did he move into my bed—and my heart—to benefit whatever fucking op he’s working on with Daddy?
“Vanessa!” Rush shouts as he dashes out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel.
Water drips off every hard, rigid muscle of his shoulders, chest, and abs, darkening his ink and adding a sheen to his golden skin that makes my belly clench. I shouldn’t let myself be distracted by the gorgeous man candy. He’s clearly learned to use his ripped body to seduce information from contacts and bamboozle wide-eyed idiots.
Like me.
Rush played me. I need to be angry about that, not wishing he’d drop the towel, take me in his arms, and make me feel good again while he assures me that he loves me.
And what if I get pregnant?
“We need to talk, little girl. I need to tell you?—”
“That you work for my father?” I spit, holding my phone in one hand and what looks like a burner phone, which I retrieved from Rush’s pocket, with the other. “I figured that out.”
“It’s not what you’re thinking.”
“So you don’t work for Daddy?”
He curses under his breath. “Listen to me. I?—”
“So that’s a yes. When were you going to tell me?”
“Did you call that phone?” He points to the burner.
“Answer my question first. When were you going to tell me that you work for my father?”
“Once we were settled and comfortable together.”
“Bullshit.” I set the burner phone on the nightstand, then I realize I’m naked. I feel too exposed, so I rustle around for my robe, then belt it tight around my middle. “You didn’t have sex with me because you want me or have feelings for me. You did it for the job, didn’t you? Somehow, deflowering me advanced your mission. I hope it wasn’t too much of a hardship.”
