process once more. He lathered his body, running his hands across his chest and the ring that pierced his nipple. The tattoos that spread across his chest and down his arms had not faded through the years. The piercing and tattoos were done as part of a motorcycle gang initiation. Zach infiltrated the gang able to remain under their radar for over a year before the FBI made the bust. The piercing hurt like hell but to prove he was a trusted member of the gang, and not blow his undercover status, he did it. These days, he kept the piercing as a souvenir.
He got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. He cleaned the bathroom and gathered his clothes before going to his room to dress. Carla’s door was still closed. This is crazy . He pulled a pair of shorts from the drawer and put them on and left the bedroom.
He knocked on the door and asked. “Carla, can I talk to you for a second?”
“I think we’ve talked enough for one day, Agent Murphy.”
Her answer through the closed door angered him and that she was calling him by his title instead of by his name. He wasn’t used to being denied access to what he wanted. He opened the door; their eyes met briefly before his roamed over her.
She scrambled to pull the thin bedspread over her naked body. Zach felt the heat rise on his cheeks but couldn’t make himself move. “Get out!” she yelled.
He hurried and closed the door and went to his room. Sitting on the bed he let his brain adjust to what his eyes had just seen. Carla Parker may be tiny, but she was definitely a woman. He had to pace the bedroom to get the images to go away.
Shit .
The door to his room swung open. Blazing brown eyes burned into him as she went off. “What gives you the right to burst into my room like a mad man! I do have a right to privacy even if I am being held against my will.”
He heard nothing she was yelling at him. His mind was engrossed on the oversized shirt that covered what he’d seen. Nothing would erase that image from his head. He needed a drink. Tequila, no rum, a double shot of 151 would hit the spot. He would take shots until he passed out forbidding him to dream. To block the memory of those chocolate-tipped plump nipples that instantly made his mouth water.
He snapped. “Alight already! Stop yelling at me, damn! I’m sorry I barged in on you while you were doing…”
Her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at him. “Doing what? What do you think I was doing, Agent Murphy?”
Her hands were jutted against her narrow hips as she screamed at him. He caught his tongue before spilling what he thought she was doing. “I don’t know what you were doing, but I’m sorry I saw you that way. I should have waited for you to tell me to come in.”
“I told you I didn’t want to talk. That should have been enough or at least a hint for you to walk away…not open the dang door!” She planted her weight on one foot. “And to clear the record, I’m hot!”
Yes you are he thought to himself.
She continued to fuss at him. “I was attempting to get a little relief from the heat until you were done with your bath so I could take one. I was not doing what your dirty mind is thinking.”
Zach threw up his hands and blatantly lied to her face, something he had gotten good at since working with the FBI as an undercover agent. “I’m not thinking anything, I swear. But the bathroom is all yours. I even cleaned the tub.”
“What I want is to get as far away from you as possible. I want to be with my friends who like me. I want my life back.”
He stood up and flexed his chest muscles making his pecs jump. “Sorry, sweetcheeks, you’re stuck with me. I’m going to the store. Do you desire anything special for our evening together?”
Her lips curled up creating an unpleasant frown. “I hate you.”
He laughed as she walked away. He changed clothes and left for the store.
Zach selected a few items from
He got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. He cleaned the bathroom and gathered his clothes before going to his room to dress. Carla’s door was still closed. This is crazy . He pulled a pair of shorts from the drawer and put them on and left the bedroom.
He knocked on the door and asked. “Carla, can I talk to you for a second?”
“I think we’ve talked enough for one day, Agent Murphy.”
Her answer through the closed door angered him and that she was calling him by his title instead of by his name. He wasn’t used to being denied access to what he wanted. He opened the door; their eyes met briefly before his roamed over her.
She scrambled to pull the thin bedspread over her naked body. Zach felt the heat rise on his cheeks but couldn’t make himself move. “Get out!” she yelled.
He hurried and closed the door and went to his room. Sitting on the bed he let his brain adjust to what his eyes had just seen. Carla Parker may be tiny, but she was definitely a woman. He had to pace the bedroom to get the images to go away.
Shit .
The door to his room swung open. Blazing brown eyes burned into him as she went off. “What gives you the right to burst into my room like a mad man! I do have a right to privacy even if I am being held against my will.”
He heard nothing she was yelling at him. His mind was engrossed on the oversized shirt that covered what he’d seen. Nothing would erase that image from his head. He needed a drink. Tequila, no rum, a double shot of 151 would hit the spot. He would take shots until he passed out forbidding him to dream. To block the memory of those chocolate-tipped plump nipples that instantly made his mouth water.
He snapped. “Alight already! Stop yelling at me, damn! I’m sorry I barged in on you while you were doing…”
Her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at him. “Doing what? What do you think I was doing, Agent Murphy?”
Her hands were jutted against her narrow hips as she screamed at him. He caught his tongue before spilling what he thought she was doing. “I don’t know what you were doing, but I’m sorry I saw you that way. I should have waited for you to tell me to come in.”
“I told you I didn’t want to talk. That should have been enough or at least a hint for you to walk away…not open the dang door!” She planted her weight on one foot. “And to clear the record, I’m hot!”
Yes you are he thought to himself.
She continued to fuss at him. “I was attempting to get a little relief from the heat until you were done with your bath so I could take one. I was not doing what your dirty mind is thinking.”
Zach threw up his hands and blatantly lied to her face, something he had gotten good at since working with the FBI as an undercover agent. “I’m not thinking anything, I swear. But the bathroom is all yours. I even cleaned the tub.”
“What I want is to get as far away from you as possible. I want to be with my friends who like me. I want my life back.”
He stood up and flexed his chest muscles making his pecs jump. “Sorry, sweetcheeks, you’re stuck with me. I’m going to the store. Do you desire anything special for our evening together?”
Her lips curled up creating an unpleasant frown. “I hate you.”
He laughed as she walked away. He changed clothes and left for the store.
Zach selected a few items from
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