me.
Crap. My cheeks grew hot and I bit down on my lower lip. “Hi.”
Nick scowled and stepped to the side, so he was blocking Jackson’s view into the room.
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll be there. Give me a minute.”
“I’ll wait here.”
“You don’t need to wait. I’m not a five-year-old. I can make my own way there.”
“All the same, I’ll wait. Orders are orders.”
Nick shut the door on him and cursed under his breath.
“I’m sorry, Ella. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said, buckling his belt.
I nodded. “What do you think Victor wants?”
“Damned if I know,” Nick grumbled, and put his hand on the doorknob.
I purposely let the sheet fall forwards, exposing my breasts. “Hurry back.”
Nick’s eyes blazed and he sucked in a breath. “You can bet on it.”
After I covered myself again with the sheet, he wrenched open the door to confront Jackson.
“Let’s go.”
After Nick closed the bedroom door behind him and I heard his and Jackson’s footsteps retreating, I lay back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. I couldn’t help wondering what Victor needed Nick for and why Jackson seemed to enjoy interrupting us, but I reminded myself that none of it really mattered anymore.
I was leaving on Monday, and I would never see Nick Steel or any of the other members of the Blackthorne crew again.
As I lay there, waiting for Nick to return, I had no idea that things were about to get a hell of a lot worse for me.
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Crap. My cheeks grew hot and I bit down on my lower lip. “Hi.”
Nick scowled and stepped to the side, so he was blocking Jackson’s view into the room.
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll be there. Give me a minute.”
“I’ll wait here.”
“You don’t need to wait. I’m not a five-year-old. I can make my own way there.”
“All the same, I’ll wait. Orders are orders.”
Nick shut the door on him and cursed under his breath.
“I’m sorry, Ella. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said, buckling his belt.
I nodded. “What do you think Victor wants?”
“Damned if I know,” Nick grumbled, and put his hand on the doorknob.
I purposely let the sheet fall forwards, exposing my breasts. “Hurry back.”
Nick’s eyes blazed and he sucked in a breath. “You can bet on it.”
After I covered myself again with the sheet, he wrenched open the door to confront Jackson.
“Let’s go.”
After Nick closed the bedroom door behind him and I heard his and Jackson’s footsteps retreating, I lay back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. I couldn’t help wondering what Victor needed Nick for and why Jackson seemed to enjoy interrupting us, but I reminded myself that none of it really mattered anymore.
I was leaving on Monday, and I would never see Nick Steel or any of the other members of the Blackthorne crew again.
As I lay there, waiting for Nick to return, I had no idea that things were about to get a hell of a lot worse for me.
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