Page 34 of Twisted Revelations

Dax lifted the device, allowing me to observe it.

“This is a pretty high-tech bug,” he confirmed, studying it. “It’s probably why they didn’t give chase when we left the warehouse. I’ll check you again to make sure it’s the only one.”

He proceeded with a more thorough check than he’d done the first time. When he traced the outlines of my breast and kept his gaze pinned on mine, it took a great degree of mental fortitude to remain calm and not squirm or pretend it didn’t affect me.

When he allowed his hands to fall over my ass, I took the unnerving intrusion, swallowing a ball of lust that attempted to tell on me.

A deep sigh of relief and even deeper eye rolls were cast on him when he decided he was done. His deceitful ass knew what he was doing. He was taking full advantage of my current situation, knowing I wouldn’t have allowed him to go that far otherwise.

Dax locked Beverly in the running car and brought D in to study the tracker before they decided to flush it down the toilet. I couldn’t recall a time when the men had time to place a tracker on me. It had to have been when they’d shoved a sack over my head and put me in the trunk of their car.

It didn’t matter now. Their link to us had been severed. Instead of us being the hunted, we’d at least leveled the playing field. Dax put in a call to his infamous assistant, and we had a new place to stay within minutes.

By the time I lifted my head and knocked sleep from my eyes, we’d weaved a trail across several interstate highways, doubled back to the city, and lost ourselves in downtown Houston. Dax drove us into the garage of an M. Exclusive Hotel.

I’d read about the hotels, the M standing for millionaire. This was the kind of place that was too expensive for my dreams. Now, I’d be staying at one, compliments of Mr. Long Money.

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