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Cinderella it’s like a horror show, not a fairy tale. I’ll take alone any
day. “No.” I hiss out the word, and this time it comes from my mouth. “I
don’t want your help.”
“You need my help.”
I’m emboldened in my mix of anger and mortification. “How did we
go from you fucking me properly to me being the needy girl you met on the
plane you want to help?”
“Correction. The gorgeous woman I met on a plane and still plan to
fuck properly many times over if I have my way. And there’s someone who
needs help in my path every day, and yes, I help where I can, but Amy, I’m
here, with you, because you are you.”
“Stop saying that,” I blurt. “You don’t even know who I am.”
“But I want to.”
And that’s the problem. I want him to and he can’t. “One night. We
were making this one night.”
“Were we, now?” He arches a brow and looks amused. “I don’t
remember that agreement, so I’d better start making my case for two.
Starting with making tonight good for you.”
Good for me? Does he not think a world-shattering orgasm was good
for me? Surprising me, he pulls out his cell phone and starts to dial. “Who
are you calling at this hour?” I ask, suddenly worried. Has a Wiki page given
me a façade of safety with Liam I shouldn’t trust? I don’t know this man and
he knows too much about me.
“This is Liam Stone,” he informs the person on the other end of the
line, amusement lingering in his eyes. “I checked into the presidential suite
about thirty minutes ago. Yes. Right.
Everything is fine, but I’m at a friend’s apartment across the street
and one of her moving boxes is missing. She needs queen-sized sheets,
pillows, a blanket, towels, and toiletries. I’ll pay double whatever your
listed price is to have them brought across the street to me, and whoever
delivers the items will be well rewarded.”
I press my hand to my face and turn away from him, walking to the
end of the hallway to stare at the apartment that is not mine, but is all I
have. What have I done by bringing Liam here?
He’s determined to help me now and I can’t tell him who I am, but he
has money to uncover whatever he wants to uncover. Lots of money. If my
handler doesn’t have my bases well covered, Liam will find out who I am. It
could get him and me both killed.
“Perfect,” I hear Liam say, and I can tell he’s moved closer. “And just
to be clear,” he continues, “I have the suite indefinitely, if you could make
sure that’s on record.”
Indefinitely. The idea that I might be across the street from this man,
and I can simply ignore him, is pure insanity. You don’t have to be a rocket
scientist to know that you don’t just ignore Liam Stone if he doesn’t want to
be ignored.
I turn back around to find him closer than I thought, with only a few
steps separating us at the most, and I look away, knowing I’m not quite as
collected as I need to be. In the process, my gaze lands on his flat, naked
stomach. My mouth goes instantly dry and not just because of his lack of
clothing, which would be enough in itself, but it seems I’ve found Liam’s
hinted-at tattoo. The number 3.14 is etched in his skin over the Pi
mathematical symbol, which frames his belly button. Beneath the symbol
are rows of numbers I know represent infinite value, all aligned as an
inverted triangle, and trailing downward to alluringly disappear into his
pants.
“What options do we have for food at this hour?” Liam asks the hotel
operator, or whomever he is talking to, and the sound of his voice snaps my
gaze upward. His eyes meet mine, and now his amusement is laced with
male satisfaction. He leans on the edge of the wooden dining room table
and holds the phone away from his mouth. “Is pizza okay and if so, what
kind?”
Pizza, not Pi, Amy. Keep your gaze up and stop thinking about where
those infinite numbers stop. “Cheese. I like cheese.” I dart past
day. “No.” I hiss out the word, and this time it comes from my mouth. “I
don’t want your help.”
“You need my help.”
I’m emboldened in my mix of anger and mortification. “How did we
go from you fucking me properly to me being the needy girl you met on the
plane you want to help?”
“Correction. The gorgeous woman I met on a plane and still plan to
fuck properly many times over if I have my way. And there’s someone who
needs help in my path every day, and yes, I help where I can, but Amy, I’m
here, with you, because you are you.”
“Stop saying that,” I blurt. “You don’t even know who I am.”
“But I want to.”
And that’s the problem. I want him to and he can’t. “One night. We
were making this one night.”
“Were we, now?” He arches a brow and looks amused. “I don’t
remember that agreement, so I’d better start making my case for two.
Starting with making tonight good for you.”
Good for me? Does he not think a world-shattering orgasm was good
for me? Surprising me, he pulls out his cell phone and starts to dial. “Who
are you calling at this hour?” I ask, suddenly worried. Has a Wiki page given
me a façade of safety with Liam I shouldn’t trust? I don’t know this man and
he knows too much about me.
“This is Liam Stone,” he informs the person on the other end of the
line, amusement lingering in his eyes. “I checked into the presidential suite
about thirty minutes ago. Yes. Right.
Everything is fine, but I’m at a friend’s apartment across the street
and one of her moving boxes is missing. She needs queen-sized sheets,
pillows, a blanket, towels, and toiletries. I’ll pay double whatever your
listed price is to have them brought across the street to me, and whoever
delivers the items will be well rewarded.”
I press my hand to my face and turn away from him, walking to the
end of the hallway to stare at the apartment that is not mine, but is all I
have. What have I done by bringing Liam here?
He’s determined to help me now and I can’t tell him who I am, but he
has money to uncover whatever he wants to uncover. Lots of money. If my
handler doesn’t have my bases well covered, Liam will find out who I am. It
could get him and me both killed.
“Perfect,” I hear Liam say, and I can tell he’s moved closer. “And just
to be clear,” he continues, “I have the suite indefinitely, if you could make
sure that’s on record.”
Indefinitely. The idea that I might be across the street from this man,
and I can simply ignore him, is pure insanity. You don’t have to be a rocket
scientist to know that you don’t just ignore Liam Stone if he doesn’t want to
be ignored.
I turn back around to find him closer than I thought, with only a few
steps separating us at the most, and I look away, knowing I’m not quite as
collected as I need to be. In the process, my gaze lands on his flat, naked
stomach. My mouth goes instantly dry and not just because of his lack of
clothing, which would be enough in itself, but it seems I’ve found Liam’s
hinted-at tattoo. The number 3.14 is etched in his skin over the Pi
mathematical symbol, which frames his belly button. Beneath the symbol
are rows of numbers I know represent infinite value, all aligned as an
inverted triangle, and trailing downward to alluringly disappear into his
pants.
“What options do we have for food at this hour?” Liam asks the hotel
operator, or whomever he is talking to, and the sound of his voice snaps my
gaze upward. His eyes meet mine, and now his amusement is laced with
male satisfaction. He leans on the edge of the wooden dining room table
and holds the phone away from his mouth. “Is pizza okay and if so, what
kind?”
Pizza, not Pi, Amy. Keep your gaze up and stop thinking about where
those infinite numbers stop. “Cheese. I like cheese.” I dart past
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