Page 12 of Ruthless Commander
“I know enough,” I cut him off.
It wasn’t the first time my investigator had tried to warn me away from Mateo, but I was fucking hoping it’d be the last. I took a step, giving him a nod. “I want this…”
“Your funeral,” he muttered, and shoved off the wall, rounded the front of the Chrysler, and climbed in behind the wheel.
My funeral?What the hell wasthatsupposed to mean? Annoyance flashed through me as I yanked open the passenger door and followed him inside.
My nerves were on fire as he started the car and pulled out into the street. Instead of driving right up to the foyer of the expensive building, we took the back streets, making our way to the rear and parked in darkness. My pulse raced as I climbed back out of the car, grabbed my purse, and waited.
Liam grabbed my suitcase and his cell, punching out a message as he headed for the rear entrance. The cameras above turned from green to red, and a few seconds later the lock gave aclunk,allowing my PI to open it. He held it for me, leaving me to follow close behind as we made our way to the penthouse suite of the apartment complex using the service elevator.
“I promised my man you wouldn't steal or damage anything,” Damian muttered as I stepped out of the elevator.
I just turned and gave him a look.
“Yeah.” He combed his hair back with thick fingers. “That was the look I was hoping to get. Just, be careful, Ms. Davies.” He glanced at the corridor behind me. “Be careful with this guy. I might not have anything concrete on him, but my fucking gut is screaming when he’s around.”
“Noted,” I answered.
He took a step forward, handed me a keycard with one hand, and wheeled my suitcase toward me with the other. “Just call me if you need anything.”
A nod and he stepped backwards into the elevator once more, leaving me standing there with my damn future in my hands. So this guy was some rich billionaire with a reputation. One who liked his privacy as well as medieval weapons and charcoal illustrations of the female form. So what? I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and lifted my gaze to the doorway at the end of the hall.
Meant nothing really.
The CCTV cameras shifted my way as I took a step. I glanced at the beady glare and continued toward the door. My damn nerves were frayed and my pulse was skipping as I stepped up to the door and pressed the card to the scanner before letting myself inside.
The hallway was bright and stark. But once I stepped onto the foyer of the apartment, it was a different theme altogether. Dark and masculine, expansive. The blinds drawn open gave me an uninterrupted view of Mauritius at night. I was betting during the day it was even more spectacular.
Jesus…
I must be damn nervous if I was focused on the view. I wheeled my suitcase into his living room. “Don’t steal anything,” I repeated. “What did he think I was here for, to rob the guy blind?”
I moved through the space, pulling my suitcase behind me. Every inch screamed opulence, from the state-of-the-art kitchen to the damn Giio Vanii sculpture sitting as a showcase at the edge of the living room.
So what if he was a damn billionaire.
He still needed to fuck, right?
Christ, I got wet just walking through his place, invading his world—I reached out, dragging my finger along the marble kitchen island—touching his things. I pulled my suitcase with me as I made my way along the hallway, finding the master bedroom at the end of the hall.
In an instant, I was slammed by the scent of him, hungry, dangerous. I glanced at the suit jacket hanging over the back of a sex lounge and my gaze lingered on that hard dip. A perfect place for a woman to ride him.
I wondered how many had had the pleasure?
A tremor coursed through me as I lifted my suitcase and opened it on the bed before moving to the closet and flicking on the light. There were no dresses, no women’s clothing at all hanging in the space. I moved to the bathroom and flicked on that light, then rifled through his drawers to find nothing but him.
So, he had no wife…
None he brought here, anyway.
I’d be his mistress if he’d let me.
I’d fly around the world just to have his cock inside me.
Hell…I just had, hadn’t I?
I made my way back to my suitcase and pulled out black lacy lingerie before stowing my suitcase against the wall. I needed a shower, and I was betting that right about now Mr. Mateo Ristani was getting an alert of an intruder on his phone.
