between guys and girls, the varied nuances of dating a friend or coworker’s sister. But seducing the sister of a guy he hated?
Dominic was clueless what the rules were there.
He looked down into Lara’s big green eyes, then dropped his gaze to her full, seductive mouth.
Yeah. He was sure that whatever the rules were, he wasn’t going to be able to resist breaking them.
4
T ALK ABOUT A night going all to hell.
First she was hit on in an alley, then two creeps destroyed her apartment. And now, adding insult to injury, she was stuck in a fancy-ass hotel where the bellboys made more money in a week than she did all month.
Maybe, just maybe, she could deal with all of that. Maybe.
But doing all of that with a guy whose dimples made her wet and whose smile gave her insides shivers? That was a bad, bad thing.
Add the fact that his body was a work of fantasy. Big, hard, sculpted. She’d barely held back her moan of appreciation when he’d tossed off his jacket after they’d gotten to the room. Broad shoulders and biceps the size of bowling balls only made her wonder how big all his other, um, muscles might be. Big, she’d bet.
Lara folded herself into the plush easy chair, arms crossed over her chest as much in irritation as to cover her nipples, which were getting quite perky over wondering about Castillo’s endowments. It was just as well that he was sitting behind a table. The only thing worse than her sudden obsession over his size would be getting caught checking. Once a guy knew you were thinking about his dick, he was all about whipping it out as if it was some kind of conversation piece.
Distraction, she told herself. Think of something else.
She winced when an image of her apartment filled her head. Nope, something else. Since she wasn’t sure what she felt about that, it was better to ignore it for a while.
“If I’m the victim here, why am I the one imprisoned?” she asked with a wave of her hand to indicate the room. She didn’t have to pretend to sound irritated. All she had to do was remember the state of her apartment, the state of her life and the fact that she wasn’t currently putting in any time toward her twelve hours of homework.
“You’ve got a funny idea of what prison life is like,” Castillo said with a laugh as he pushed back from the table. His plate sat empty, the steak and baked potato all but licked clean from it. He eyed her cold food with interest before arching a brow toward her. “Bet they eat their steak in prison.”
“I don’t see why we need to share a room,” she said, ignoring his comment the same way he’d ignored her every time she’d complained about the room arrangements. Not that she could afford a room here, but that was beside the point.
“I can protect you a lot better when I can see you.”
Okay, that was a good reason, she’d grant.
“They aren’t going to find us here, though,” she protested. Again. The man had a talent for ignoring her requests with so much charm, she’d look like a perfect bitch if she threw a fit.
She wasn’t stupid enough to resent protection, even though she was pretty sure he was partially responsible for her even needing it. But there was nothing good that could come from her being locked in a room with this guy. A room with a very big, very inviting bed. A guy this appealing was bad for her vow to stay focused on her goals.
This guy, in a hotel room? It was as if life was waving temptation in her face, challenging her to stay on track.
“I need privacy,” she indicated. “I’m used to being alone. Having you here all the time is going to smother me.”
“You look like you’re breathing okay to me,” he observed, giving her a long, intense once-over that made said breath lodge somewhere in her chest.
“How long?” she asked. Then, before he could dig in to her food, she got up, crossed the room and grabbed her plate. The look on his face was pure disappointment, like a little boy who’d just been
Dominic was clueless what the rules were there.
He looked down into Lara’s big green eyes, then dropped his gaze to her full, seductive mouth.
Yeah. He was sure that whatever the rules were, he wasn’t going to be able to resist breaking them.
4
T ALK ABOUT A night going all to hell.
First she was hit on in an alley, then two creeps destroyed her apartment. And now, adding insult to injury, she was stuck in a fancy-ass hotel where the bellboys made more money in a week than she did all month.
Maybe, just maybe, she could deal with all of that. Maybe.
But doing all of that with a guy whose dimples made her wet and whose smile gave her insides shivers? That was a bad, bad thing.
Add the fact that his body was a work of fantasy. Big, hard, sculpted. She’d barely held back her moan of appreciation when he’d tossed off his jacket after they’d gotten to the room. Broad shoulders and biceps the size of bowling balls only made her wonder how big all his other, um, muscles might be. Big, she’d bet.
Lara folded herself into the plush easy chair, arms crossed over her chest as much in irritation as to cover her nipples, which were getting quite perky over wondering about Castillo’s endowments. It was just as well that he was sitting behind a table. The only thing worse than her sudden obsession over his size would be getting caught checking. Once a guy knew you were thinking about his dick, he was all about whipping it out as if it was some kind of conversation piece.
Distraction, she told herself. Think of something else.
She winced when an image of her apartment filled her head. Nope, something else. Since she wasn’t sure what she felt about that, it was better to ignore it for a while.
“If I’m the victim here, why am I the one imprisoned?” she asked with a wave of her hand to indicate the room. She didn’t have to pretend to sound irritated. All she had to do was remember the state of her apartment, the state of her life and the fact that she wasn’t currently putting in any time toward her twelve hours of homework.
“You’ve got a funny idea of what prison life is like,” Castillo said with a laugh as he pushed back from the table. His plate sat empty, the steak and baked potato all but licked clean from it. He eyed her cold food with interest before arching a brow toward her. “Bet they eat their steak in prison.”
“I don’t see why we need to share a room,” she said, ignoring his comment the same way he’d ignored her every time she’d complained about the room arrangements. Not that she could afford a room here, but that was beside the point.
“I can protect you a lot better when I can see you.”
Okay, that was a good reason, she’d grant.
“They aren’t going to find us here, though,” she protested. Again. The man had a talent for ignoring her requests with so much charm, she’d look like a perfect bitch if she threw a fit.
She wasn’t stupid enough to resent protection, even though she was pretty sure he was partially responsible for her even needing it. But there was nothing good that could come from her being locked in a room with this guy. A room with a very big, very inviting bed. A guy this appealing was bad for her vow to stay focused on her goals.
This guy, in a hotel room? It was as if life was waving temptation in her face, challenging her to stay on track.
“I need privacy,” she indicated. “I’m used to being alone. Having you here all the time is going to smother me.”
“You look like you’re breathing okay to me,” he observed, giving her a long, intense once-over that made said breath lodge somewhere in her chest.
“How long?” she asked. Then, before he could dig in to her food, she got up, crossed the room and grabbed her plate. The look on his face was pure disappointment, like a little boy who’d just been
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