of the room, I splashed some bourbon into a glass and threw it back. I wanted to throw the fucking thing at the wall and watch it shatter into a million pieces.
Slamming the glass down on the table, I spun around to face her. When my eyes fell on her she took a fearful step back. Motherfucking hell.
She stared back at me, eyes wide. Well, at least she wasn’t fucking crying, although I wasn’t sure if that really made me feel any better.
Everything about her was cautious , from her gaze to her stance. Her chest moved rapidly as she took short shallow breaths, her arms were wrapped tightly across her stomach, protecting herself the only way she could, looking very much like the prey caught in the hunter’s trap, and her body was coiled tight, ready to fight.
Ta king a deep, calm-the-fuck-down breath, I took a slow step toward her. She took one back. I stopped.
Even though the guy s ribbed me about the different needs I supposedly had with girls, I knew TJ watched me. I didn’t think he was entirely convinced about my preference to choose my own girls and have them in private. I knew he’d be looking for details. I needed him to believe I was having my way with her. And that meant she needed to look a little roughed up.
“Take off your jacket and let your hair out,” I said in a low voice.
Fear spiked in her eyes.
I waited, not moving, not speaking. Just letting her make the choice. Her gaze stayed locked on mine. I could see her mind ticking over, trying to understand my demand.
After a long minute of watching each other, she carefully slipped the jacket from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
I forced myself to keep my gaze locked on hers. I knew what she was wearing underneath that jacket, and if I let myself look her over again right then, she would see the desire in my eyes, and I would lose her trust instantly.
It was another long minute before she unclipped her hair. I held my breath as it tumbled over her shoulders and down her back in mass of sexy as fuck curls. I seriously thought I was going to choke. Damn she was beautiful.
I couldn’t stop myself then. I had to see that dress again. My gaze moved down, slowly taking her in. It was short and tight, and showed off every curve on her body. If the other guys had seen her wearing this, I knew I would’ve had a fight on my hands.
Wrestling my eyes back to hers, I gave her a pleading look. Was she trying to get herself into trouble?! I didn’t know how I was supposed to protect someone who didn’t know the first thing about self-preservation.
“Why would you wear that?” I asked, my voice a little strangled.
She seemed to blanch at my question, but then her expression turned apologetic and worried. “I…I was on my way to a party…I didn’t know I had to come here…” Her voice was all but a frightened whisper.
Oh hell. I could see that now. What she was wearing would be quite normal for a teenage party. If anything, it was probably covering more than most. I just wanted her to understand that these guys weren’t like the guys she went to school with. They wouldn’t try to sweet talk her so she’d hopefully say yes. They would take whatever they wanted, without a care to her at all. I needed her to understand that.
As I took in her panicked face, I realized she probably did. Her confusion towards my reaction was clear. She didn’t understand why I was worried about her appearance. In her eyes I was just like the other guys downstairs. I was a low life drug dealer who took advantage of women. She knew I should be ogling her – trying to rip that sexy as hell dress off her and take her with or without her consent. She was calling me out in my own game. Eighteen months of undercover work was coming unraveled right before my eyes, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
I ran my hand over my head again before deciding I needed another drink. Turning away from her innocence, I tipped the bottle quickly, spilling a little in
Slamming the glass down on the table, I spun around to face her. When my eyes fell on her she took a fearful step back. Motherfucking hell.
She stared back at me, eyes wide. Well, at least she wasn’t fucking crying, although I wasn’t sure if that really made me feel any better.
Everything about her was cautious , from her gaze to her stance. Her chest moved rapidly as she took short shallow breaths, her arms were wrapped tightly across her stomach, protecting herself the only way she could, looking very much like the prey caught in the hunter’s trap, and her body was coiled tight, ready to fight.
Ta king a deep, calm-the-fuck-down breath, I took a slow step toward her. She took one back. I stopped.
Even though the guy s ribbed me about the different needs I supposedly had with girls, I knew TJ watched me. I didn’t think he was entirely convinced about my preference to choose my own girls and have them in private. I knew he’d be looking for details. I needed him to believe I was having my way with her. And that meant she needed to look a little roughed up.
“Take off your jacket and let your hair out,” I said in a low voice.
Fear spiked in her eyes.
I waited, not moving, not speaking. Just letting her make the choice. Her gaze stayed locked on mine. I could see her mind ticking over, trying to understand my demand.
After a long minute of watching each other, she carefully slipped the jacket from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
I forced myself to keep my gaze locked on hers. I knew what she was wearing underneath that jacket, and if I let myself look her over again right then, she would see the desire in my eyes, and I would lose her trust instantly.
It was another long minute before she unclipped her hair. I held my breath as it tumbled over her shoulders and down her back in mass of sexy as fuck curls. I seriously thought I was going to choke. Damn she was beautiful.
I couldn’t stop myself then. I had to see that dress again. My gaze moved down, slowly taking her in. It was short and tight, and showed off every curve on her body. If the other guys had seen her wearing this, I knew I would’ve had a fight on my hands.
Wrestling my eyes back to hers, I gave her a pleading look. Was she trying to get herself into trouble?! I didn’t know how I was supposed to protect someone who didn’t know the first thing about self-preservation.
“Why would you wear that?” I asked, my voice a little strangled.
She seemed to blanch at my question, but then her expression turned apologetic and worried. “I…I was on my way to a party…I didn’t know I had to come here…” Her voice was all but a frightened whisper.
Oh hell. I could see that now. What she was wearing would be quite normal for a teenage party. If anything, it was probably covering more than most. I just wanted her to understand that these guys weren’t like the guys she went to school with. They wouldn’t try to sweet talk her so she’d hopefully say yes. They would take whatever they wanted, without a care to her at all. I needed her to understand that.
As I took in her panicked face, I realized she probably did. Her confusion towards my reaction was clear. She didn’t understand why I was worried about her appearance. In her eyes I was just like the other guys downstairs. I was a low life drug dealer who took advantage of women. She knew I should be ogling her – trying to rip that sexy as hell dress off her and take her with or without her consent. She was calling me out in my own game. Eighteen months of undercover work was coming unraveled right before my eyes, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
I ran my hand over my head again before deciding I needed another drink. Turning away from her innocence, I tipped the bottle quickly, spilling a little in
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