Page 18 of Break a King (Five Kings 3)

Hunter

This is most distracting. For some reason, I can’t concentrate on anything other than my fake girlfriend outside this room. I never have a problem working, hell I thrive on it and yet tonight, I have a serious problem—her.

Like a lovesick puppy, I switch my monitor to the room outside this one and just watch her rifling through Miss. Baxter’s particulars like a crazy stalker burglar. She’s methodical and I notice leaves everything right back as she found it. Occasionally she photographs something on her phone and then turns to the next thing.

Just watching her is turning me on because her outfit is leaving nothing to my imagination and thinking of what I could do to that body—to ruin that body is turning me on so much my cock is screaming for release. Yes, this is most inconvenient because all the time she’s here, my mind isn’t.

Switching off the monitor, I sigh and try to wrestle my mind into business. Who could be causing the markets to shake? It must be coming from somewhere because there is no concrete reason why the gambling world isn’t a gold-lined investment worth anyone’s money.

Lucas runs his operation like I do, cold, clinical and ruthless and there is never any whisper of corruption or underhanded dealings. Then my thoughts turn to what started this shit storm. The murder at the biker club that framed Ryder King. Someone is systematically picking off the Five Kings one by one and causing them to shift their focus. But why?

My mind switches to the other Kings who are yet to report any problems. Dexter Prince would be my next guess because nobody would get close enough to even share the same continent as the man in charge. I’m guessing Ryder has them covered already, but why? Who gains anything from bringing this organization down? Is it a coincidence, and we are panicking unnecessarily?

The graph on my computer tells me differently and I sigh heavily. I need to arrange an investigation first thing tomorrow morning and only use my most trusted employees. But who because any one of them could be working for the person behind this?

Once again, I flick on the monitor and nearly combust on the spot. Lexi is sitting back in Miss. Baxter’s chair with her impossibly long legs resting on the desk as she studies her phone. My gaze sweeps the length of her and instinctively my hand moves to my crotch and I rub myself through the fabric. The concentration on her face is spellbinding as she sucks her bottom lip and looks deep in thought.

How has a woman like that fallen into this life of tainted souls and depravation? Just imagining those slender fingers squeezing the life from somebody’s neck doesn’t ring true. The innocence in those crystal blue eyes belies her profession and the thought of her carrying out a contract killing is laughable because if anything, she looks as if she designs My Little Ponies for a living and does Disney voiceovers.

Removing my hand from my rigid cock that is straining to get to her, I flick off the monitor because I must not let her affect business. Nobody should ever have the power to do that, so I re-focus my mind and for the next hour set about selecting my team for the investigation. I will call a meeting first thing tomorrow morning without giving any details away and once it’s all set in place, I decide to call it a night and take my new roomie home.

As soon as everything is left as I wish to find it, I head off in search of the pink assassin. It brings a smile to my lips when I see her leaning back in the chair, apparently fast asleep. There’s a small smile on her face as she sighs in her sleep, and just watching her chest heave is enough to blow my mind. How is she so desirable, so beautiful and yet wearing the most basic of outfits and why does such a simple girl affect me so much? She’s nothing like my usual type and yet what is these days? Nobody I want to see twice, that’s for sure, but Lexi Mackenzie, she’s different.

Dropping to my knees before her, I can’t resist reaching out and touching that beautiful face, however that was my first mistake because her hand snaps over mine and before I even know what’s happening, I’m facing the ground with her straddling my body, her fingers wrapped around my throat.

It all happened so fast I don’t even register how I got here and she whispers in my ear, “I said no touching.”

“For fuck’s sake, I was waking you up. Next time I’ll use a sledgehammer.”

She shifts from my back and I can breathe again as she stands and says nonchalantly, “I doubt you even have one—to hand, anyway.”

As I straighten up, she yawns. “It’s been a long day; do you usually work this late?”

The clock on the wall says 10 pm, and I shrug. “Later usually.”

“You live a sad life.”

“I’m living my best life.”

“Are you sure about that? I mean, forgive me if I’m wrong, but your life sucks. Where’s the fun, the laughter, the reason behind all this madness?”

I suppose she does have a point but I shake my head and say blankly, “I live to work, end of.”

“Like I said, sad bastard. Anyway, shall we head back, I need sleep even if you don’t?”

Once again, she smiles and night turns to a summer’s day as she shivers a little. “Do you want to walk, or should I call a cab?”

“Walk.” The answer surprises even me, and she sighs. “Ok, but this time we won’t hang around. I’m cranky when I’m tired and you don’t want to see that side of me.”

Fuck me, I certainly don’t, so I surprise myself when I extend my hand and say with a sarcastic drawl, “At the risk of my life ending right now, come, I’ll help you along.”

She giggles as her hand slips into mine and despite myself, I smile. That surprises me because I never smile, but it’s becoming a habit with her. She feels so good beside me, with her hand in mine. I crave contact with this woman and it’s not just her extremely desirable body, its her, Lexi Mackenzie, the complicated woman who changes like the tide. One minute so sweet and innocent and the next a ball breaker of the most destructive kind. I wonder what she would be like when she loses control, when she allows someone close enough to slide inside that flawless body. I wonder if we would be the perfect fit, but I value my life too much to try. No, if this woman wants me, she will have to make the first move, because I need to tread carefully here and remember who she is. I may not survive if I forget that.

I nod to the security guard on our way out and don’t miss the curious look he throws my way. For some reason I am proud to walk beside the sleepy woman who can’t appear to stop yawning. I almost contemplate calling the cab she obviously needs badly, but I want her company longer, even if that means walking all night. It feels good to spend time with her, touching her, but why?

“Evening, Hunter.”

The familiar voice stops me in my tracks and Lexi steps in front of me immediately and I’m guessing she must be wondering what’s happening right now. “It’s ok, Lexi, this is Harry. Hey, man, how are things?”

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