Page 21 of Craving Danger

I wrap my arms around my waist and glance at the door again.

“Are you always this quiet?” he asks as he scoots up the bed so he can lean back against the pillows.

“Yes.” Not wanting to be an absolute bitch, I force my gaze back to him and ask, “So…uhm…what do you like to do in your spare time?”

He shrugs as he crosses his ankles. “When I’m not at work, I’m here.”

Okaaaay.

Silence falls between us, and after a couple of minutes, Kevin says, “Come lie down next to me. I promise I won’t bite.” Chuckling, he adds, “Unless you ask me to.”

Yeah, that will never happen.

My arms tighten around my waist, and I shake my head. “No. I’m good here.”

He lets out a sigh, then says, “Let’s spice things up.”

I’m just about to tell him that’s not what I agreed to when he reaches for the zipper of his pants and pulls it down.

Unbearable fear and panic hit me instantly, and before he can even pull his dick out of his pants, my breaths speed up until they’re sawing over my lips.

Chapter 8

Franco

Standing in front of the security monitor for Miss Blakely's room, I watch as she takes a seat in the armchair.

Mr. Forester’s sitting on the bed, and even though I can’t hear what they’re saying, the conversation looks stilted.

My eyes latch onto Miss Blakely’s face, and it’s clear as daylight she’s not comfortable at all.

When she wraps her arms around her waist in a protective move, I order, “Put on the sound. I want to hear what they’re saying.”

“Yes, sir,” one of the men replies.

I step closer as he turns on the sound, and it’s in time to hear Mr. Forester say, ‘Are you always this quiet?’

The man makes himself comfortable on the bed as Miss Blakely answers, ‘Yes.’

Christ, she looks like she’s about to have a nervous breakdown. Where’s the feisty woman I’ve gotten to know over the past three weeks?

‘So…uhm…what do you like to do in your spare time?’ she asks.

‘When I’m not at work, I’m here.’

Minutes pass before Mr. Forester pats the covers and says, ‘Come lie down next to me. I promise I won’t bite.’ Chuckling, he adds, ‘Unless you ask me to.’

My eyes narrow on the man, and my body tenses when Miss Blakely adamantly shakes her head. ‘No. I’m good here.’

Seeing how uncomfortable she is, causes a weird protective feeling to trickle into my chest.

From what I’ve seen tonight, I have a feeling something bad happened to Miss Blakely.

The thought has my eyes narrowing on the monitor.

It explains what happened earlier at my house. When Miss Blakely came barreling out of the living room and ran into me, it looked like she’d seen a ghost.

She has a problem being alone with men.

---