“I have a rule,” I start, and she blinks those green eyes at me. “That I’ll never sleep with a client. It’s not a good idea to mix business with pleasure.”
“Then you’re fired,” she says, stepping into my body, and I try not to groan when the light from the hallway hits her just right, causing her thin top to turn slightly see-through.
“I can keep you safe,” I tell her.
“I want you,” she counters. “I’ve never wanted anyone before. No one but you.”
She steps into me, her mouthwatering curves pressing against me, and I groan, my eyes squeezing shut.
Her mouth is only a few inches from mine. It would be so easy to swoop down and claim her lips with mine. To mold her body against me, to explore every inch of her with my hands and teeth and tongue.
I want to take her up on what she’s offering more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“I want you too,” I admit, and her hands land on my chest, right over my thundering heart. “But I need to finish this job first.”
She pulls away like I’ve burned her, and I know in that instant that I’ve fucked up.
Her eyes flash with hurt for one brief second before they turn angry and hard.
“Harvie,” I start, but she shakes her head.
“Good night, Rule,” she says.
She spits my name like she hates it, and I stand there helplessly as she turns and heads off down the hallway.
She doesn’t slam that bedroom door, but it’s pretty close to a slam.
I sigh, scrubbing my hands down my face and wondering if I’m the biggest idiot on the face of the earth.
Should I have just given in?
I’d break every single one of my rules for her, but not if it would put her in danger.
I know that I would get lost in Harvie. I’ve only known her for less than a day, and she’s already become my whole world. If we start sleeping together, if she’s mine, then I would be so wrapped up in her that I could let her stalker get close.
I need to finish this job, find her stalker, and make sure that she’s safe. Then I’ll win my girl back.
I just hope that I didn’t make a big mistake just now.
I head toward the bedroom. Maybe I can talk to her some more, make her see reason. I reach the bedroom door and hesitate, trying to think of what to say to her when I hear a sound.
It’s faint at first, the headboard hitting the wall and at first, I think that she’s just getting into bed.
Then I hear her breathy moan and my body goes tight.
Is she… touching herself? In my bed?
My balls draw up tight, and my cock is rock hard in an instant. I move closer to the door, listening now for every sound from inside the room.
“Fuck,” she moans, and I want to bang my head against the wall.
I want to break in and take over for her, but I know that I can’t.
It’s then, as I listen to the movements inside my bedroom pick up, that I know that I have my answer.
Yes, I did just mess up.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out. I lean back against the wall. I know that I’m just torturing myself by being so close that I can hear every moan or squeak from the bed, but I’m incapable of leaving this spot.