Temptation, The Complete Serial Series 1-4 (The Temptation Serial Series) by Casey L. Bond Page A
Authors: Casey L. Bond
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air in triumph.
“Sounds perfect. We have to go get our things and check out of the hotel. We’ll be back in a bit!”
“And shopping!” Sin added with a squeal.
Willy shook his head. “You didn’t stay at the Inn and Out, did ya?” Laughter bubbled up from both of us. “Oh, Lawd.”
He walked off, muttering something we couldn’t hear. But it didn’t matter, because I had a place to stay and…shopping!
***
Flo gave us the evil eye as we checked out of the hotel. True to her word, she took a clipboard and an inspection paper with us and scoured the room from top to bottom to try and find something wrong. When she didn’t find anything, I smiled and held my hand out. Reluctantly, she dropped a fifty into my hand and growled something that sounded like, ‘Have a great day’.
We went to the resale shop in town for a few things, including the items Willy mentioned: sheets, blankets, towels, a couple of pans, and plate settings. I’d settle for plastic silverware for now. He didn’t say if there was a washer and dryer, but I’d figure that out later. A stop at the Piggly Wiggly for food and anything we couldn’t get at the shop, and we were good.
Sin beat me to the driver’s seat, citing my old age as the only thing that gave her an edge. So there was nothing left to do but lean over and lick her face. She scrubbed it off and groaned and said how disgusting I was. She loved me.
On the way back to the condo, I could sense that something was off.
“You okay?”
She smiled over at me. “Yeah. It’s just, I think I finally know what to do with the portraits but I need some supplies and my Dad invited me to dinner tomorrow. He knows I’m within driving distance but doesn’t know where, exactly. Want to come with?”
“No. No, I’m good.” I hated her dad for what he’d done to her. I didn’t care about the reasons behind it. He had actually pretended to sell her to another man. Sure, it was to take the bastard down, but Sin didn’t know that and he sure as hell never told her what was going on. And Johnathon or Johnny or whatever the prick’s name was these days, well, he was awful.
“I want to stay and get settled, but you go! It’ll be fun to catch up with him.”
She nodded. “So you’re cool if I drive into the city tomorrow?”
Tomorrow? “Yeah. I’m totally great. If Willy says the chemicals are okay, I plan on swimming and sitting in the hot southern sun for a while.”
Morgan thanked me but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, or she was hiding something.
She was running from this, from us. Peter had frightened her away from men, making her believe they would use her and run. Men like him disgusted me. She deserved better, and I planned to be that for her.
Despite the danger of rush hour traffic, I found what was left of her phone.
I was monitoring all incoming and outgoing phone calls from Manny’s, Shane’s residence, and had now even tapped Mr. Sinclare’s.
Now that my web was woven, I just had to wait. The Capital was beautiful at night. And I couldn’t wait to see Morgan, Shane, and the former Senator Sinclare. They would be dining at Shay’s that night. It seemed that I, too, had a reservation for dinner at that fine establishment this evening.
Morgan and I slept like babies in the queen-sized bed that came with the furnished condo. Did I mention that it was already in the condo? Did I mention that it was the most comfortable mattress in the entire world? It was. It was like a cloud: poufy and soft and perfect. Rectangular, the way nature intended.
Even the sound of the alarm clock shrieking didn’t bother me. Morgan had to get up early to beat the infamous D.C. traffic. She showered and packed, hovering near the door repeatedly asking if I would be okay and threatening to cancel the entire trip, but I was having none of that.
“See your dad. Get your supplies. Come back and snap some pics. That’s all you need to
“Sounds perfect. We have to go get our things and check out of the hotel. We’ll be back in a bit!”
“And shopping!” Sin added with a squeal.
Willy shook his head. “You didn’t stay at the Inn and Out, did ya?” Laughter bubbled up from both of us. “Oh, Lawd.”
He walked off, muttering something we couldn’t hear. But it didn’t matter, because I had a place to stay and…shopping!
***
Flo gave us the evil eye as we checked out of the hotel. True to her word, she took a clipboard and an inspection paper with us and scoured the room from top to bottom to try and find something wrong. When she didn’t find anything, I smiled and held my hand out. Reluctantly, she dropped a fifty into my hand and growled something that sounded like, ‘Have a great day’.
We went to the resale shop in town for a few things, including the items Willy mentioned: sheets, blankets, towels, a couple of pans, and plate settings. I’d settle for plastic silverware for now. He didn’t say if there was a washer and dryer, but I’d figure that out later. A stop at the Piggly Wiggly for food and anything we couldn’t get at the shop, and we were good.
Sin beat me to the driver’s seat, citing my old age as the only thing that gave her an edge. So there was nothing left to do but lean over and lick her face. She scrubbed it off and groaned and said how disgusting I was. She loved me.
On the way back to the condo, I could sense that something was off.
“You okay?”
She smiled over at me. “Yeah. It’s just, I think I finally know what to do with the portraits but I need some supplies and my Dad invited me to dinner tomorrow. He knows I’m within driving distance but doesn’t know where, exactly. Want to come with?”
“No. No, I’m good.” I hated her dad for what he’d done to her. I didn’t care about the reasons behind it. He had actually pretended to sell her to another man. Sure, it was to take the bastard down, but Sin didn’t know that and he sure as hell never told her what was going on. And Johnathon or Johnny or whatever the prick’s name was these days, well, he was awful.
“I want to stay and get settled, but you go! It’ll be fun to catch up with him.”
She nodded. “So you’re cool if I drive into the city tomorrow?”
Tomorrow? “Yeah. I’m totally great. If Willy says the chemicals are okay, I plan on swimming and sitting in the hot southern sun for a while.”
Morgan thanked me but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, or she was hiding something.
She was running from this, from us. Peter had frightened her away from men, making her believe they would use her and run. Men like him disgusted me. She deserved better, and I planned to be that for her.
Despite the danger of rush hour traffic, I found what was left of her phone.
I was monitoring all incoming and outgoing phone calls from Manny’s, Shane’s residence, and had now even tapped Mr. Sinclare’s.
Now that my web was woven, I just had to wait. The Capital was beautiful at night. And I couldn’t wait to see Morgan, Shane, and the former Senator Sinclare. They would be dining at Shay’s that night. It seemed that I, too, had a reservation for dinner at that fine establishment this evening.
Morgan and I slept like babies in the queen-sized bed that came with the furnished condo. Did I mention that it was already in the condo? Did I mention that it was the most comfortable mattress in the entire world? It was. It was like a cloud: poufy and soft and perfect. Rectangular, the way nature intended.
Even the sound of the alarm clock shrieking didn’t bother me. Morgan had to get up early to beat the infamous D.C. traffic. She showered and packed, hovering near the door repeatedly asking if I would be okay and threatening to cancel the entire trip, but I was having none of that.
“See your dad. Get your supplies. Come back and snap some pics. That’s all you need to
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