Page 65 of Breaking Conviction
Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. She felt fuckingtrapped.What could she do? Her mind tried to see other avenues, but he’d just placed a roadblock at all of her possible excuses and explanations.
“That’s what I thought. See you at home, sweets. Don’t think about gettin’ those BlackStone fuckers involved. I’ve got resources you wouldn’t believe, baby. You think you know who you’ve fucked over, but you have no clue. And believe me, if you resort to them, I’ll know. They’re not as good at keeping secrets as they think.”
What the hell did that mean?
“Ah, yes, thank you… her bear too? Can’t leave without Angus, right, Thea?” His saccharine sweet voice was back. “Alright, see you later, bye! Come on Thea, we’re goin’ home.”
“But what about Mommy and Wes?”
“Wes…” The dark tone he took with Thea made Naomi’s skin crawl. “I wanna hear more ‘bout thisWes. Maybe you can tell me in the car. Mommy’s gonna be on her way home soon. Wontcha sweets? I can’t wait to discuss your newfriend.”
Naomi closed her eyes.
Trapped.
The echo in her mind made her feel like she was falling.
“Naomi,” Dean prompted her, making her jump.
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry and raspy as she answered.
“See you at… home.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
There he went with that hot, confident male energy, zapping her cold, dead heart back to life. And damn him for that wink. It went straight to her clit every time and she was tired of the workout she was getting from having to squeeze her legs closed all the time.
Wes placed Thea back on her feet and tried to pick up the molten hot treat with his bare hand. Naomi slapped it beforehecould touch the hot pan and laughed. “Geez, trouble, I thought you were too smart to burn yourself twice.”
“If the prize is worth the pain, I’ll get burned as many times as it takes to get what I want.” His mischievous grin tugged a moan from her core.
Did he just imply that I’m a prize?
She snapped her mouth shut and swallowed, trying not to succumb to yet another innuendo that would certainly send her into a desperate, needy spiral. Instead, she went back to the drawers and pulled out the shittiest spatula she’d ever seen in her life.
“Y’all have a facility that probably cost over a million dollars, and yet—” She bent the flimsy spatula with one finger. “Y’all don’t have anything in your kitchen. I’m disappointed, really. You have to work hard to havethisstereotypical of a bachelor pad.” She smiled as he scoffed in mock offense.
“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to remedy our bachelor ways, aren’t you? Yet another reason I’m glad you’re here.” The desire in his eyes went straight to her center and she placed a hand over her lower belly. She hadn’t felt the need pulsing through her since... Well, since the last time she was alone with Wes, but before that, when had it been... Ever?
“I’ll give you the black card tomorrow so you can pick stuff up on the way back from work.”
“Oh, no Wes, really I can’t accept anymore of y’all’s hospitality…” Panic jolted down her spine and she trailed off as her mind tried to analyze whether this was a trap.
Surely he wasn’t suggesting she spend their money so frivolously. What if he didn’t like what she bought? Or what if she chose something too expensive? Was this some sort of test? Was he trying to see if he could trust her and she really shouldn’t take the credit card—
“No, love. Don’t do that,” his voice was kind but firm as his hands caressed along her shoulder and up her neck to cup her jaw. “Don’t worry about the money, okay? It’s not a big deal and you don’t have to buy anything with our card if you don’t want to, but that’ll beyourdecision. I’m asking you to do us this favor and cure us of our bachelor ways. This isn’t a trick.”
“How do you always know what I’m thinkin’?” she asked before she could stop herself. His eyes bore into hers, seemingly searching for something as he opened his mouth, only to close it again.
“I just get it, is all.” He let her go and turned back to Thea. “Now back to the cookies, right Princess T?”
Thea’s eyes were narrowed at them, no doubt trying to make sense in her four-year-old brain of what was happening. But when Wes mentioned dessert again, she perked up and nodded in agreement.
Naomi huffed a laugh and shook off her nerves before she got out one of the simple white plates from the cabinet and began to transfer the treats from the pan to the plate, drizzling caramel over each one from the mason jar of caramel she’d made before baking the cookies.
“T, get your dinner plate from the table. I’ll put yours there but don’t touch it yet, it’s still hot.”
Thea did as she was told before going back to her seat at the table, likely to eat it in very small bites again, since bedtime was right after she finished her dessert.
