Page 30 of The Naughty One
“Gotcha.” With deftness and skill, Blue pulled the car off the freeway and onto a side street. He made a circuit of the almost deserted business district, and then circled back towards his apartment. “How aboutnow?”
Romy was watching carefully. “I can’t see it anymore. I’m sorry, honey, maybe I was imaginingit.”
“Better safe thannot.”
She smiled gratefully at him. “I promise I’m not a hystericalfemale.”
Blue laughed. “Would never have crossed my mind that youwere.”
As they parked the car in the garage beneath his building, Romy couldn’t resist checking out the other cars there. Blue grinned at her. “Still being superspy?”
“You gotme.”
He took her hand. “Come on, Black Widow, let’s go home and cuddlesome.”
In the elevator, alone, he kissed her tenderly. “You know, if you want, we could look for somewhere together. We don’t have to stayhere.”
“I love your apartment,” she said, leaning into him, feeling his arms tightening around her. She reached down and squeeze his cock through his jeans and hegrinned.
“Insatiable.”
“You knowit.”
He was still laughing when he unlocked the door to his apartment and held it for her. “After you,ma’am.”
Romy’s laughter echoed through the hallway but when she got into the living room, her smile faded. She heard Blue cuss behindher.
“What thefuck?”
The naked dark-haired woman slowly spread her legs with a wide smile on her face. “Hello, darling Blue. Is this your new toy? Would she like to play withus?”
Romy’s whole body was icy cold. She slowly turned to Blue. “I take it back. I hate yourapartment.”
She pushed past him, wrenching her arm free when he grabbed it. “No, baby, wait, this isn’t whatit—”
But Romy ran, slamming the door behind her, her sobs wracking anddesiccating.
Hilary Eames stoodup and sashayed over to her stepson. “Flighty, isn’tshe?”
Blue, his anger threatening to overwhelm him, glowered at her. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing,Hilary?”
She touched his cheek and he flinched away. She smiled. “Just reclaiming what is mine,Blue.”
“Getout.” Blue clenched his fists to stop himself from physically hauling her out of his apartment. “Now, Hilary, and don’t ever comeback.”
Hilary pretended to pout. “Come on. Don’t you remember the fun we used to have? God, you were like a Roman god back then.” She studied him. “Now … you look tired, Blue. She’s exhausting you, making you pretend that you’re good enough for her when you and I know differently, don’twe?”
“Get out now, Hilary, or I won’t be responsible for what I’lldo.”
Hilary smirked. “Fine. I’ll go. You know where to callme.”
“Don’t hold your breath. You know what you did to me. Don’t pretend it was anything more than …” Blue squeezed his eyes shut, trying to erase the memories, the feelings from back when he was just akid.
“Call it what you will, Blue.” Hilary reached down and squeezed his groin. “You may tell one story, but your magnificent cock toldanother.”
Blue did lose his temper then, and taking her by the upper arm, hauled Hilary to the door and threw her out. A bright flash blinded him, and he realized that a paparazzo had been waiting outside his door to take a photo of him throwing a naked and grinning Hilary from hishome.
But Romy was all he could think about, out there, unprotected. Blue called the security firm. “Find her. Protect her. She won’t want to see me at the moment and that’s fine. But, please, keep hersafe.”
