Page 83 of Captivated By Danger

“Whatever you do to him, I wanna watch.”

“That… you will be front row for. Goodnight.”

Walking back to my room, I sent Mona a text.

Me:Get me a call with Kyle Hertz. Thank you.

The Next Morning…

I buttoned my shirt while staring at myself in the mirror. After the call with Greysen’s dad, I tossed and turned, barely getting any sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, her and those big innocent eyes were all I could see. That was the shit was going to get me in trouble. And then I wondered what she slept in since she didn’t want me to see her. I shook away those thoughts as I draped my tie around my neck and grabbed my coat, before leaving out of the room.

Loud laughter caught my attention as I walked down the hall. In the dining room, Greysen was helping the chef’s assistant set the table. It had the potential to be a beautiful moment, if the chef’s assistant wasn’t a man who was purposely brushing against her. If he hadn’t been my long-time chef’s son, I’d have him by the throat in the air, listening to him beg me for his life. It didn’t help that Greysen was dressed to go work out in a pair of tights and a tank top. It was tight enough to where she didn’t have to wear a bra, so I could see her nipples as plain as day. Those big jaw breakers weren’t hard to miss. When his hand brushed across hers again, I cleared my throat, making myself known.

He immediately jumped back. “Mr. Danger.” He cleared his throat. “Diesel.”

He knew he was fucking up because he’d never called me Mr. Danger, ever. I eyed him before cutting my eyes to Greysen. Her fresh face was sexy as fuck, making her look even younger than she was. Her cheeks were starting to turn red.

“Diesel,” the chef called my name.

I looked at my chef and smiled. She was holding my morning immunity booster shot. Taking the glass, I threw it back like it was a shot of Whiskey and handed it back to her. Her son stood there looking goofy while I pulled my chair out to sit down. The chef inconspicuously nodded him out of the dining room, and she did right because my hand had started to tingle.

“Good morning, Diesel,” Grey spoke lowly.

I nodded my head. She stood there staring at me before I waved my hand out for her to take a seat. Her hair was pulled to the top of her head, showing off her pretty round face.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

“Yes.”

She waited like I was about to ask her the same, but I pulled my phone out my pocket to look at my schedule.

“Can I ask—”

I flicked my eyes up toward her. “What did I tell you? Just ask.”

“How will you know if I worked out if you’re about to go to work?”

“Because I’ll know.”

“How though? I can just say I’m going, and then… you know, don’t.”

“Well, I don’t take too kindly to liars, so after I heat your ass for lying, you won’t do it again.”

She folded her lips in her mouth.

“Plus, when I stretch your legs, and you start that whining shit, you’ll wish you had worked out because I won’t stop.”

“But the safe word…”

“But the safe word…” I mocked her.

Before she could respond, the chef and her son came out with our trays of food. I eyed him when he sat Grey’s food in front of her. I could tell that he was nervous because his eyes bounced from me, to her, to the tray. He must have known that his job and eye socket was on the line. She watched them walk out of the dining room before she scoffed at me.

“Excuse me?”

“Why are you scaring him like that?”

“Why does he have his hands on you?”

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