Page 81 of Kinks of a Billionaire
I narrowed my eyes on him. “And you’re here because…?”
He shrugged. “What can I say? This is more exciting.”
Everything aside, the fact he chose to help me spoke volumes.
“Thank you.” My voice was brimming with emotion. Maybe Willow’s pregnancy hormones were transferring to me.
A terse nod and we returned our attention to the task at hand.
We stood at the forest’s tree line, watching a concrete building and parking lot surrounding it as we waited for the sun to set. We’d use the cover to sneak up on the Harris family and the group of mercenaries they’d brought along. They were positioned around the building, some even lingering on the roof, as they scouted the area.
To prevent being spotted, we came through the forest, parking our vehicles on the street that was on the other side of the woods.
There wasn’t much telling us what was happening inside, but that didn’t stop my imagination from running wild. The need to swoop in this instant was overwhelming.
Asher must have picked up on my tension because his next words snapped my attention back to him.
“So should I play it safe and delete all the surveillance except for the kidnapping?”
Tension in my muscles was pulled taut.
“So you watched the surveillance?”
He snickered. “I never said that.”
“Did you enjoy the show, your sick voyeur?” I had to taunt him or risk losing my mind. I was itching for a fight, and sitting here in the bushes of the tree line wasn’t helping. “Maybe I should beat you up and ensure your amnesia.”
His lip twitched. “I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure. That’s why you never turned off your phone connection to the surveillance on that boat.”
He shrugged. “Kinky is your jam, not mine.”
I snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“Okay, maybe I have my versions of kinky, but watching my half-sibling fucking his wife isn’t one of them.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” I retorted wryly. “It’s good to have boundaries.”
“Is it?” My eyes darted to him for a second before he continued, “If you need to have a round of boxing or a physical activity to release some tension, just say so. I can practically see steam coming off you in waves.”
“Physical activity?”
“I’m not your wife, you perv. I meant if you want me to beat your fucking ass.”
“As if you ever could?—”
“Jesus, you two,” Kian cut both of us off. “Would you cut the shit? It’s like listening to an old married couple.”
“How would you know? It’s not like you’re married.” Tension released from my muscles with each word, but worry and the itch to fight remained. “Unless you partake in some kinky stuff and role play.” He flipped me off, although the amusement onhis face didn’t escape me. Kian was a bit of a mystery. Nobody knew why he left the Cortes cartel, nor had he ever been spotted with a woman on his arm. He took privacy to a whole new level. Suddenly I got somber, and added, “Thank you both for all your help.”
Surprise flashed in their gazes, but they quickly got themselves together and titled their heads in acknowledgement.
Returning my attention to the building and its surrounding concrete parking lot, I scanned the area.
“I count twenty, plus the Harris family,” I muttered.
“Same,” Kian noted.
