Page 72 of Ricochet
Oh, right, the money was too good to pass up the opportunity.
Well, what the hell, maybe we did do something good. I pulled my key card from my pocket, and tapped it on the console as soon as I stepped inside, and pressed the button for the tenth floor.
To do it, or not to do it?
To go to my room or to go to hers?
Go to hers.
But I shouldn't. I really, really shouldn't. I tried checking the time on my watch, but I couldn't understand the numbers. Was it broken? Shit, I really liked this watch.
She gave it to me on our first anniversary.
It couldn’t be fucking broken.
The ding of the elevator pulled me back to the present time, before my mind could drown me in memories I didn't want to have anymore, and I stepped outside, seeing our guards stationed in front of all our rooms. Two were in front of her room, and I started laughing because we needed two bloody guards to contain her.
Such a hellfire, such a spirit.
Instead of going to the end of the hallway, I stopped in front of her bodyguards, their postures going rigid.
"Mr. Nightingale." Both of them nodded.
Why did everybody insist on calling me Mr. Nightingale? That was my father's name, the way he liked to be called.
I was just Kieran. Not Mr. Nightingale, not sir, just Kieran.
"Is she alone?"
If Cillian ended up going to her room, I was going to strangle him right here and right now. I didn't give a shit that he was my brother. That scene in the basement was enough to haunt me for the rest of my life.
Nobody touched her but me. Nobody brought her pleasure but me.
Not anymore.
"Yes, sir."
"Unlock the door for me please. I need to talk to her."
They looked at each other, and then at me, contemplating my request.
"I said, open the door."
"Sir, we don't think it's a good idea."
"You're not being paid to think," I growled. "You're paid to execute orders, my orders, so open the fucking door."
Another second passed before one of them pulled the key out, and pressed it against the key reader, opening the door.
"We will be here, sir."
I nodded and pushed between them, entering the room.
My brothers and I were in the suite at the end of the hallway. Her room was much smaller, and as the door closed behind me, I froze in place seeing her sleeping on the bed, her back turned to me. Her amber hair was sprawled over the pillow, and my eyes started cascading from her head, toward her shoulders, and the back, all the way to the swell of her ass in those shorts.
She was fucking magnificent. I was a fool for coming here, but I couldn't stop myself.
My need for her was always bigger than anything else, and there was no place for sanity where she was involved.
