Page 25 of Protected in Darkness
“Yep. Well, I don’t know about his financial status or anything.” Nor did she really care.
“Where’s he from?”
“He didn’t say. But he’s staying in this wicked nice hotel room.”
“Did he say why he was there?”
“Business.”
“Oooh. What’s his name?”
“Obsidian.”
“Like volcanic glass?”
Penelope snorted. “Exactly what I said.”
“Sounds mysterious. What does he look like?”
“Tall, dark, ridiculously handsome.” She sighed. “He’s so freaking big, Win. Like bodybuilder big. Enormous arms. And holy crap, he’s tall.”
“How tall?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t measure him.”
“Well, to you, everyone’s tall,” Winnie teased.
True, but she’d never in her life met a man who towered over her like he did. Penelope had noticed, during that exquisite lip-lock in the elevator, that he’d had to bend at an awkward angle just to kiss her. And she’d been up on her toes.
“And you met him while you were at work?” Winnie asked. “I think it’s fate.”
“Fate? I seriously doubt fate had anything to do with this.”
“So? What happened? Did you get hot-and-sweaty naked with this guy?”
“Of course not. I just met him.” Though the idea of being hot-and-sweaty naked with him was rather appealing. “We did have breakfast, though. On his fancy patio overlooking the strip.”
“Uggh. I’m looking for some dirty details, Pen. I assume those’ll be coming in the future?”
She sincerely hoped so. “Maybe.”
“And I’ll be the first person you call, right?”
“Of course.” Penelope took a sip of coffee. “What about you? Any appropriate suitors?”
“Ha!” Winnie snorted. “I wish. I’d be open forinappropriate, even. Although there is this one guy…”
“Do tell.”
“He started coming in a week ago, I guess. Every night, he takes a seat at the bar. He doesn’t talk to anyone but watches everyone,” she explained.
“An alcoholic?” Penelope teased.
“Probably. But he’s hot. Tall, blond. Nice smile.”
“And his name?”
“Sirius.”
