started to speak quickly, “I think I talked you down last time. It might’ve been the tranquilizers but it might’ve been me. You remembered what I said and as soon as I said it, you were becoming you again. Maybe if you…” she shrugged, “I could---” He grabbed her wrist and flipped so that he was pinning her on a bed.
His eyes darkened, “You think you can control this? I’m not sure how much longer I can fucking control this!”
He stared at her for a beat and then blew his hair out of his eyes, rolled off her and got to the floor and started to do push-ups.
What’s wrong with me?
Kyla knew she sounded ridiculous, asking him to put her at risk like this. She sounded like a junkie begging for a hit. She decided to just shut up. She stared at his muscular back for a second. His muscles flexed as he went up and down and up and down. She imagined being underneath him as he did that. She shook herself back to reality when she heard him growl her name.
“Get out of my head,” she told him, covering her eyes.
“If I knew how…” he mumbled and started doing the push-ups faster.
“Would you? If you knew how?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
There was a pregnant pause. She got to her feet, “I’m going for a bath.”
She figured it’d be a good idea to leave him alone for a few minutes.
“Wait. That scent is nagging at me. I need to know what it’s from. I need to make sure. Follow me.”
“Huh?”
“Now,” he growled and grabbed her hand and the room key card and then they left their room and headed toward the front office. Tristan got right in the space of the desk clerk, a young guy, maybe 25, who looked like he desperately needed a shower.
“Who was in our room?”
The clerk went into what Kyla could see was an instant trance,
“Marabelle. Maid.”
“Where is she?” Tristan demanded.
The clerk pointed to a hallway adjacent to the front desk.
Tristan moved in that direction, taking Kyla with him. Down the long hall were a few closed doors and one was slightly open. They stepped in. It was a utility room with motel supplies and a washer and dryer. There was a woman in a maid’s uniform putting towels into a washing machine. She turned around and her expression on Tristan was instantly carnal.
She had short dark hair cut in a pixie style and big hazel eyes. Tristan let Kyla’s hand go and got instantly in her space. He sniffed close to her hair and Kyla felt every hair on her body rise.
The woman’s eyes went hooded and her lips parted. She looked like she was ready to be kissed.
“You were in our room. Why?” Tristan said to the woman.
Kyla felt prickling at the back of her neck at how close Tristan was to the maid.
“I was just ensuring you had everything,” she replied and looked at Tristan like she wanted to eat him for breakfast.
“What did you touch? Have you told anyone about us?”
The carnal look dimmed, “I’ve told no one. I checked your towels and toiletries. I accidentally skipped your room on my rounds this morning earlier and saw you leave so I made sure everything was in order. I didn’t want to give you any reason to complain. I need this job.”
Tristan stared at her for a beat and Kyla felt anger rise.
“Get away from her!” Kyla shrieked.
Tristan glanced over his shoulder at Kyla, looking both surprised and bewildered.
“What?”
“Get. The. Fuck. Away. From her. Move back!”
The maid didn’t even look in Kyla’s direction. Her gaze was fixed on Tristan.
“Kyla?”
Kyla’s chest was heaving up and down. She was wide-eyed and frantic.
“Forget we spoke,” Tristan said to the maid and the maid nodded.
Tristan grabbed Kyla’s hand and marched back to their room.
“Did you really think I was gonna hurt her?” Tristan was incredulous as he shut the door.
Kyla was backing up, fingers on her temples, trembling.
“I wouldn’t have hurt her, baby. She wasn’t an enemy. I just needed to get a read on her to make
His eyes darkened, “You think you can control this? I’m not sure how much longer I can fucking control this!”
He stared at her for a beat and then blew his hair out of his eyes, rolled off her and got to the floor and started to do push-ups.
What’s wrong with me?
Kyla knew she sounded ridiculous, asking him to put her at risk like this. She sounded like a junkie begging for a hit. She decided to just shut up. She stared at his muscular back for a second. His muscles flexed as he went up and down and up and down. She imagined being underneath him as he did that. She shook herself back to reality when she heard him growl her name.
“Get out of my head,” she told him, covering her eyes.
“If I knew how…” he mumbled and started doing the push-ups faster.
“Would you? If you knew how?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
There was a pregnant pause. She got to her feet, “I’m going for a bath.”
She figured it’d be a good idea to leave him alone for a few minutes.
“Wait. That scent is nagging at me. I need to know what it’s from. I need to make sure. Follow me.”
“Huh?”
“Now,” he growled and grabbed her hand and the room key card and then they left their room and headed toward the front office. Tristan got right in the space of the desk clerk, a young guy, maybe 25, who looked like he desperately needed a shower.
“Who was in our room?”
The clerk went into what Kyla could see was an instant trance,
“Marabelle. Maid.”
“Where is she?” Tristan demanded.
The clerk pointed to a hallway adjacent to the front desk.
Tristan moved in that direction, taking Kyla with him. Down the long hall were a few closed doors and one was slightly open. They stepped in. It was a utility room with motel supplies and a washer and dryer. There was a woman in a maid’s uniform putting towels into a washing machine. She turned around and her expression on Tristan was instantly carnal.
She had short dark hair cut in a pixie style and big hazel eyes. Tristan let Kyla’s hand go and got instantly in her space. He sniffed close to her hair and Kyla felt every hair on her body rise.
The woman’s eyes went hooded and her lips parted. She looked like she was ready to be kissed.
“You were in our room. Why?” Tristan said to the woman.
Kyla felt prickling at the back of her neck at how close Tristan was to the maid.
“I was just ensuring you had everything,” she replied and looked at Tristan like she wanted to eat him for breakfast.
“What did you touch? Have you told anyone about us?”
The carnal look dimmed, “I’ve told no one. I checked your towels and toiletries. I accidentally skipped your room on my rounds this morning earlier and saw you leave so I made sure everything was in order. I didn’t want to give you any reason to complain. I need this job.”
Tristan stared at her for a beat and Kyla felt anger rise.
“Get away from her!” Kyla shrieked.
Tristan glanced over his shoulder at Kyla, looking both surprised and bewildered.
“What?”
“Get. The. Fuck. Away. From her. Move back!”
The maid didn’t even look in Kyla’s direction. Her gaze was fixed on Tristan.
“Kyla?”
Kyla’s chest was heaving up and down. She was wide-eyed and frantic.
“Forget we spoke,” Tristan said to the maid and the maid nodded.
Tristan grabbed Kyla’s hand and marched back to their room.
“Did you really think I was gonna hurt her?” Tristan was incredulous as he shut the door.
Kyla was backing up, fingers on her temples, trembling.
“I wouldn’t have hurt her, baby. She wasn’t an enemy. I just needed to get a read on her to make
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