Page 34 of Deadly Obsession
Sage is walking up the sidewalk, her palm over her mouth.
Fuck she’s beautiful.
Her hair is up in a messy blonde bun. She’s wearing a red sweater, a flowing black skirt that falls mid-calf, and a pair of black ankle boots. Christmas tree earrings hang from her ears.
My heart flutters at the thought of spending the holiday with her. Which surprises me into silence because I haven’t wanted to celebrate Christmas since before my mother’s death.
“Nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart. Just an accident. You must be Sage.”
One of Lenetti’s guards is laying it on thick with the flirting and Sage is eating it up.
“I am. How did you know?”
“I was told to keep an eye out for the cute blonde.”
Sage giggles like a fucking teenage girl with a schoolyard crush. “You’re cute yourself,” she coos, fluttering her eyes and biting her lip.
I want to murder this man. He’s tall and built with brown hair shaved close to his head.
I walk toward them, and Sage spots me over his shoulder. She hadn’t seen me before now, and her greenish blue eyes widen. She blushes and takes a step back to put some distance between her and the ‘cute’ guard.
“Elias,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”
The guard turns and snarls when he sees me.
“Carter,” he says, hand hovering over the gun at his hip.
Two other Empire soldiers surround me, forming a triangle. I flash him my Beretta in the holster underneath my suit jacket.
“Don’t try anything stupid, Big Guy. Not with the pretty lady here.”
My eyes flick to Sage, and she stands there frozen and trembling, eyes like saucers.
She’s terrified.
I almost lower my guard to go to her and bring her into my arms.
“Hand over your weapons.”
“Not going to happen.”
“Then you don’t go in.”
“Elias,” Sage whisper shouts at me. “Give the man your weapons.”
The desperation in her voice makes me pause. Is she urging me to go into my rival’s headquarters unarmed because she’s scared of what this man will do? Is she worried about me?
Or is she working with Noah? A trap? I may enjoy this woman’s cunt… and lips… and…everything...
I shake my head.
She’s not my enemy.
I’m just being paranoid.
“Please,” she mouths, no sound coming from her pouty red lips.
Fuck.
