Page 49 of Noel
Except maybe in Noel's arms.
Chapter15
Noel
The snow keeps falling in thick, relentless sheets, blurring the world outside as I guide the SUV down the winding back roads toward the highway that’ll lead us to the George Washington Bridge and Sigma International Security’s headquarters at Volkov Towers in the heart of Manhattan.
The wipers beat a steady rhythm, but it’s not enough to quiet the storm in my head.
I fucked up.
No point sugarcoating it.
I should’ve checked her phone sooner.
Should’ve swept every piece of tech before we even left the gala grounds.
But I was too busy watching her ass sway in that tight skirt, too caught up in the feel of her under my hands, the sound of her moaning my name in the dark.
I let my guard down.
And now some sick son of a bitch knows exactly where she’s been sleeping.
At my house.
I grip the wheel tighter, knuckles popping.
“Look, I fucked up,” I begin, not bothering to sugarcoat it, “but I’m going to keep you safe, Holly.I swear it.”
My voice comes out low, rough with conviction.
She doesn’t look at me.
Just hugs her knees tighter on the passenger seat, one of my parkas is draped around her shoulders like a shield.
She’s wearing jeans today and a cable knit sweater.Nothing about it should be sexy.But it is.
The way that denim molds to her curves?The fact I know what’s hiding beneath that soft, bulky sweater?Goddamn.Just thinking about it has me salivating.
Truth is Holly could wear a potato sack and look devastating.She’s everything I ever wanted in a woman.
Soft, gorgeous, smart, funny, sexy as hell.
I’m addicted after just one night.
That she’s being threatened by some unknown lunatic is enough to drive me out of my mind.
Her hair’s still damp from the shower, curling around her jaw, soft and shining in the gray morning light.
But it’s her eyes that gut me.
That fear.
She’s trying so hard to mask it, but I see it.
And it’s tearing me the fuck up.
“I—I just need to work,” she mumbles, fumbling in her oversized tote for a pen and a battered notebook.
