Page 19 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

“Until later, my little homicidal psychopath.”

My gut tensed. Could he really tell what I was—what I’d been turned into? What he brought out in me? Or was he still teasing?

Because there was no way he’d still want me if he knew the truth.

Standing, I smoothed my hands over my skirt to make sure it was perfectly in place.

“I got you something,” he announced as I followed him into his office. Walking behind his desk, he opened a drawer and pulled out a pink hard hat. “What do you think?”

“I love it!” Heart melting, I hugged it to my chest and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Flames ignited in his blue eyes. “Fuck, you are beautiful.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, and I couldn’t help but lick my bottom lip. I wanted to taste him so damn bad.

Please, please, please.

His head started to lower, and I whimpered, so desperate for his kiss, I trembled.

He pulled back at the last moment with a wicked grin. “Later, baby girl.”

“You’re evil.” Clutching my pretty new hard hat in my hands, I stomped out of his office to my own to grab my things, unable to fight a smile.

Only two days in, and things were moving faster than I ever imagined possible. It was perfect…

My smile faded when I saw a rose petal on my desk. Shit. Almost perfect.

After glancing over my shoulder to make sure Elias hadn’t followed me, I tossed the petal in the trash and inspected my desk for any other signs of my new stalker friend.

Nothing.

Humming to myself, I picked up a pen and scribbled a quick note.

Red roses are clichéd and tacky. Try orchids. Or tulips. Neither are my favorite, but better than roses.

XO,

Baby V

Leaving it on my desk, I grabbed my things and left without a backward glance.

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It was late by the time Elias pulled back into the parking lot outside of Barker & Reid Construction. One site visit had turned into two, in different counties. Stop number two became a whole thing because of some supposed bullshit design flaw. Or that was what the client said when he showed up unexpectedly and didn’t know the first thing about the process of building a structure.

Stupid people were such a joy.

As soon as we got there, Elias had to take charge. First his dad, who, at a single glance, I could see was ready to choke the life out of the client. Once Tanner was calm, and the crew was told to take the afternoon off, Elias spent the next several hours patiently dealing with the client so construction could begin once more the next morning.

“We should just drive to work together from now on,” he suggested, frowning hard at my parked car.

I followed his gaze, fighting a smile. A truck would have been more practical for my needs, but I adored that little car. It was cute and deceptively fast—and easy to blend in when I was on the West Coast stalking Elias. I’d bought it for myself when I was twenty and kept it stored in the hangar at the private airport my family owned not far from Creswell Springs.

“What if you have to go out to a site alone and don’t get back until late?” I reasoned. I should have kept my mouth shut. I wanted to ride to work with him. Wanted to spend every minute of every day just looking at him for as long as he would allow me. But I also had to be smart. We both had work to do, and I didn’t want to be reliant on anyone for anything.

Except when it came to him.

Letting Elias fulfill all my needs in every way, day in and day out—yeah, I was okay with that.

“That car is a tin can. I could crush it in ten seconds flat with my truck. You can’t take that thing on-site. It’s not safe enough.”

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