Stolen by the Sheik (Black Towers Book 2) by Lauren Hawkeye, Suzanne Rock Page B

catches us.”
    “Fine. But I’m leaving money again.”
    “If you must.” Nayo shook his head. Liv stuck her tongue out at him while she dug a bill out of her purse and tossed it on the counter.
    “I’m not a thief!” She finally took a second to look around. “Oh. My. God. Just look at this stuff!” she exclaimed. The counters were lined with cooling racks, each filled with a different delectable looking treat. Ooey-gooey sticky buns with pecans sprinkled on top, thick fudge brownies, cupcakes with fluffy frosting piled high. Scones, breads, cheesecakes, and cookies – there was just too much to choose from. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, letting the warm, sweet scent of cinnamon, bread dough and vanilla waft through her senses.He felt himself starting to go hard at the sounds coming out of her mouth, the look of bliss on her face. “As much as I’m enjoying listening to you moan over baked goods, you need to grab something so we can get out of here. May I recommend a cranberry scone?”
    Liv’s eyes shot open, and she felt that familiar rush of embarrassment in her cheeks. “Sorry.” She blushed. Grabbing a scone, and a few cookies for good measure, she shoved the scone in her mouth and the cookies in her bag.
    “OK, let’s go,” she mumbled around her scone, shoving one last cookie in her bag as they made their way to the back door, leaving the same way they came in. They were almost out the door when they heard someone yell from behind them. “Hey! Who’s there? Stop where you are!”
    “There’s money on the counter!” Liv yelled over her shoulder as they cleared the door and started running down the back alley.
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    T hey didn’t stop running until they made it a few blocks away from the bakery, sticking to back alleys and side streets. When they finally stopped to rest, Liv placed her hands on her knees, taking in big gulps of air. “I need to start going to the gym.” She panted.
    “We need to get off the streets and to my friends place, give us somewhere to think. Do you have a car?” Nayo asks.
    “I wish. You’re a Sheikh, don’t you have a fancy limo driver or something that can pick us up?”
    “I tried calling him already and I can’t get a hold of him. I’m worried for him. But I’ll worry more about that later, when we’re safe.” Nayo looked all around him and started walking up to cars parked along the back alley, pulling the door handle of each one as he passed by.
    “What are you doing?” Liv asked.
    “Getting us a car.”
    “Oh no. No. no. no. We are not stealing a car. Are you crazy?”
    “Do you have a better idea? We can’t call a taxi, they’ll just take us straight to the police station.”
    “Listen, Nayo. Stealing some allergy meds and scones is one thing, but this is grand theft auto! You can’t be serious.” She was starting to feel panicked. What had she gotten herself into?
    “We didn’t steal those things, you left money, remember? If it will make you feel better, we’ll ditch the car once we’re close to my friend’s house and you can call the police and give an anonymous tip of its location.” He pulled the handle of an old, beat up, cobalt blue Honda civic and the door swung open. “Bingo! Now get in.”
    “No way. I’m not going anywhere in that car.”
    Nayo sat in the driver’s seat of the car and ripped down wires from under the steering wheel. Just as he started fiddling with the wires, they heard the sound of sirens off in the distance. “It sounds like our friends at the bakery called the police. Time to go, Olivia.”
    Liv looked over her shoulder toward the sound of the sirens, which were getting louder by the second. She looked back at Nayo, trying to decide her next move.
    “Olivia, get in the car,” Nayo commanded, still working on the wires. He looked up at her, and the way his gaze burned into hers brought her back to when they locked eyes in the mirror of the change room. Her whole body