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“Yeah! With you,” I reply.
“Ronny Salas, thirty years old, works at the docks. Went to prison…once for assault. Suspected of killing an ex-girlfriend, but never got arrested; he had an alibi.”
“A sleazy dude,” Clover comments.
“Thanks. And keep this among us, please,” I tell Dare. Don't want the bros’ sausage fest to ruin my style. They’ll find out soon enough when Rague spills the beans.
“Got it,” Dare replies. I don’t need to wait for an answer from Clover, I trust him.
“Ta-ta.” I hang up and tell Rague and Ollie what Dare found out.
“I think I’ll go have a chat with my stalker,” I say suddenly.
“Is this one of your knee-jerk reactions?” Ollie leans toward me.
“If you want to be literal, mate,” I joke, while thinking that a knee in the balls is not such a bad suggestion. He grabs his backpack and silently passes me his brass knucks under the table.
“Wait for Uri. He’s outside.” Rague points at the store window on the street where Uri and Sari are fighting again by the way they’re glaring at each other. Again, with this overprotective madness.
“It looks like it is going to take a while. I don’t want the stalker to leave!”
“I’ll come with you, then,” Rague says.
“Fuck no! Don’t need a bodyguard.” I’m going to ambush the fucker this time.
“You sure? Gabe helped you in the parking garage,” he reminds me. Jerk!
“Look at all the potential suitors ogling your Kitty.” I move my arm around the room. “Are you sure you want to leave himdefenseless and theirs for the taking?” I see Ollie’s green eyes roll in my periphery as I’m tricking his husband into staying put. He deserves it.
And when Rague mumbles something sulkily under his breath, taking a slow glaring look around the café in a way that surely has the men here shaking in their boots, I know I got to him. It’s so easy to manipulate him.
I quickly sneak toward the bathrooms where the backdoor exit is. I push the door open and find myself in a narrow alley. I wear the brass knuckles as my ankle boots take me to the end of the narrow street, but when I peek out to the sidewalk, Chimney is not there.
“Damn it to hell!” I curse as I make my way out onto the street. I look right and left, but nothing. I glance at Ollie and Rague through the store window, but they shake their heads at me. Uri and Sari are nowhere to be seen.
I was looking forward to venting all my sexual frustration on that stalkerish bellend. Now I’m grandly pissed off.
I grab my phone and call Dare again. But he can’t find my stalker anywhere. It’s all in Serena’s hands now.
Big, hairy, asymmetrical bollocks!
The next day I’m at the firm. Gabe is still not answering his phone, so I decided to go directly to the egotistical, supercilious source. I exit the elevator at the top of the lord’s castle and smile at a busy Belinda at the reception desk.
Gabe runs a tight ship, if this was eighteen hundred there would be torch-wielding villagers outside. But he’s quite fair when he needs to be.
I don’t know how to interpret his contradictory behavior toward me. Does he want to leave the whole occurrence behind? Avoiding me doesn’t seem like him though.
Does he haveconcupiscentdreams assailing him at night as well? I still feel like an oversexed poodle. I can’t let myself think about it, about the way he fucked me. Our hips aligned, grinding. His fingers tightening around my wrists where he pinned them over my head. His hard body holding me down. His long—enough!
Gabe is tall, yes. And strong—didn’t expect those defined abs on him or that monstrously long dick that can hit my prostate just right. He has a face that might remind me of a beautiful, sadistic angel. He commands attention and has a stern voice that makes shivers run down my spine. Am I making a point? Or just listing all the things that make my dick twitch when I think about him?
Ugh!
The truth is that he took a front-row red-velvet seat in my mind. But as Sari said, it’s totally normal. A few more days, a visit to my favorite club, and a ride on a stranger’s lap, and I’ll be good as new. I won’t be utterly taken by this infatuation anymore, because it will be gone.
I tell my brain to take a hike and remind myself why I came to Gabe's office.
I have to thank him for what he did. And I need to do it face-to-face because the moment I see him, I’ll remember why I disliked him so much, and it’ll feel like closure to this whole mess—thisand beating Mr. Hot Shot into a pulp. So, even if Gabe doesn’t want to meet me, I’m going to shove my appreciation for what he did down his throat.
