Secrets (A Standalone Novel) (A Suspense Romance)

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slowly touched the cold marble of the counter. They turned hard
and it was difficult for me to not smile at the look on Chris’s face. He was mesmerized
by my nipples.
    “Chris, can I ask you something?” I said again.
    “Yes,” he said.
    “Why did you come here?”
    “To fuck you,” he said with a smile.
    I had to laugh, but that wasn’t what I meant and I
thought he knew that. He was just avoiding answering my questions.
    “Seriously, why?”
    “Katelyn, I want to tell you all about me. I want to
tell you all about my work and how I came to live here in this town, but it’s
just not the right time. I know that is hard to understand, but please just
believe me when I say I will tell you someday.”
    I did believe him. Despite everything that had gone on
between the two of us he seemed like a genuinely trustworthy person. At least
that is what I was feeling, I could have been totally wrong. It was entirely
possible that this guy was totally playing me. He could be anyone. He could be
dangerous. He could be a hired killer for all I knew.
    His phone rang again and Chris jumped up and took the
call outside. This time he had pants on so he stood on the back porch and talked
to whoever needed to reach him so badly. I watched his face as he talked on the
phone and it seemed like he was angry. I couldn’t tell what he was saying
except the occasional “No” that came out of his mouth. His eyes locked on mine
and he winked at me. I melted. It was such a sweet thing coming from such a
manly man.
    I watched the muscles on his chest as he walked back
and forth on the back porch. They moved slowly and with deliberate motion. I
could see where they attached to his body because he had hardly any fat on his
body at all. His defined muscles were just draped in tan skin with only
slightest amount of tissue under it. He certainly was the fittest guy I had
every met in person. As his call wrapped up I tried not to look like I had been
staring at him the whole time, although I’m pretty sure he knew I was. I went
to the sink and started to do some dishes.
    When Chris came in he wrapped his arms around me and
stood there with his face in the corner of my neck. His lips moving slightly
against my skin, he seemed to be getting ready to say goodbye. But this time
there was a real connection between us. This time we actually were going to
talk about this trip.
    “You have to go?” I said as I continued to wash the
dishes.
    “Yeah, I’m sorry,” he said as he kissed my neck.
    “It’s alright. I wrote my number down on the paper
over there.”
    He released me and picked up the paper. As he placed
it into his pocked he walked into the living room to gather the rest of his
clothing. Only a minute passed before he was back in the kitchen fully dressed
and ready to leave.
    “It’s getting late. You are leaving tonight?”
    It seemed really weird that he would be leaving so
late in the evening. What kind of job called a guy at almost nine o’clock at
night to tell them they needed to come to work right away? It didn’t seem
right, but I decided it wasn’t my place to say anything else.
    “Yep, I’m going to pack up and head out.”
    I turned around and stood there, still naked as the
day I was born. I watched him walk toward me with a sincerity in his eyes that
I had not seen before.
    “Be safe,” I said as his lips met mine.
    “I will.”
    He gave me one more quick kiss and then turned to leave the house.

 

Chapter 19

 
    I went up to my bedroom so I could watch what he was
doing. I didn’t know Chris very well at all but he certainly liked his secrets.
There was a way where he told me just a little bit of information to make me
think I had it all, but in reality I had no real information.
    Chris stayed in his house for about an hour before I
saw him coming out the back door with two black duffel bags. They looked like
the bags he had before when he had carried them all into the house. My heart
sank as I remembered

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