Page 70 of Final Installment
“We have to be absolutely sure that’s the case before we do something we can’t take back.”
“Give me some time.Until then, stay hidden.Stay alert.Don’t trust that woman.And don’t fuck her either,” Zec warned.
“I’m not going to fuck her!”As much as he mightwantto fuck her, the odds of her letting him even touch her were practically zero.
“I mean it, Luka.She’s not who she pretends to be.”
Before he could ask what the hell Zec meant by that, the line went dead.He stood on the balcony in the dark, looking out over the surprisingly quiet city.It was only a little after midnight, but the streets were mostly empty and dark.Probably due to that lightning in the distance and the faint rumble of thunder.
The sliding door behind him opened.He glanced back to find Elona, freshly showered and scrubbed and wearing the gray shorts and blue T-shirt he had grabbed from the shopping center where they’d dumped the car.They fit her well.Too well.
The shorts barely skimmed her upper thighs.They were tight and almost obscenely short.If she bent over, he was going to learn how she preferred to handle her personal grooming.The matching shirt was made to be oversized and long-sleeved, but her ample breasts stretched it out in the most wicked way.That V-neck would be troublesome if she wasn’t careful.
She’s nervous.He noticed it in the little tug of the shirt’s hem as she stood there in the open doorway.“Are you coming inside?It’s going to storm.”
“Yes.”He let his hungry gaze roam her bottom and bare legs as he followed her back into the small hotel room.There was only a bed, two hardbacked chairs and a tiny bistro table.He glanced between her and the bed, wondering how they were going to make this work.
“I’m not sleeping on the floor.”She pulled at her shirt again.
“Neither am I.”He toed off his shoes and placed his phone on the table.“I paid for it.”
“Only because I didn’t have any money with me.”
“Maybe you should have stuffed some of the cash you smuggled in your luggage into your bra before the ceremony.”
“You had them check my luggage?”she asked, outraged.
“Zac is very thorough.”
“Except when it comes to bombs,” she shot back nastily.“Unless he was in on it.”
“He wasn’t.”
“So you say.”She pulled at her shorts, tugging them down between her thighs.
All thoughts of Zec betraying him fled.His brow furrowed.“Stop pulling your shorts down like that.I like what I see.”
“Please.”She rolled her eyes and huffed at him.“Cellulite?Dimples?Bruises and scrapes from you chasing me like a lunatic?You don’t have to lie to me.”
“I’m not lying.”
“I’ve seen what you like, remember?”She wrinkled her nose with disgust.“How drunk or high were you to let yourself get photographed like that in public?”
Shame twisted his gut.“It wasn’t my finest moment.”
“You have a lot of those?”
“Not usually.”He didn’t care for the holier-than-thou way she stared at him.“We all make mistakes.I’m sure you have a few in your past you’d rather not have thrown in your face.”
She paled.Actually, paled.The blood visibly drained from her face, and she gulped.She looked like she wanted to bolt from the room, maybe even go right out to the balcony and jump.
Worried by her reaction, he took a step toward her.She took two quick steps back.Startled by her fear of him, he held up both hands.“Elona, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Did he tell you?Is that what your secret phone call was about?”she asked accusingly.
“Who?Zec?He didn’t say anything about you other than to warn me to be careful and not trust you.Or fuck you,” he added crassly.
She glowered.“Like I’d give you a chance!There’s literally nothing you could offer that I want.”
