Page 5 of The Hitman's Virgin
She couldn’t help but smile when he said that.
“See that,” he said. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Callie felt herself blush so strongly that the heat chased up her neck. Nobody had ever called hergorgeousbefore. The men at the club just wanted what was between her legs, even if she had a paper bag over her head. Real men never looked twice at her. She had at least eighty pounds to lose and she was plain in every detail. There was nothing special about her. Certainly nothing magical. She began to wonder what Evander’s motives were. No man was that nice.
“What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You’re still here. You’re too nice.”
He chuckled, a deeply masculine sound that went straight to her pussy. Why was everything about this man, from his scent to the roughness of his fingers against her skin, turning her on?
“Get used to it, Callie. For starters, I’m not letting you go to work tomorrow. You need to rest.”
“What? I have no choice. I need that job.”
“I’ll handle it. You don’t need to worry about a thing right now.”
“You don’t understand—”
“You won’t lose your job or your pay,” he interrupted. “I promise.”
She was about to argue, but the way he said the last word was so confident that she believed him. In fact, she’d bet her life on it. Callie wasn’t sure why he was helping her out, but she decided not to complain. He obviously wasn’t trying to harm her. The man saved her life, after all.
“Okay.”
“Now that’s my good girl,” he said.
She briefly closed her eyes, savoring the words, trying not to let them affect her so. The way he spoke made her eager to please him. She wanted to make him proud just to hear those words again.
A doctor and nurse came in, giving her a much-needed distraction.
“It’s good to see our patient up and alert,” the doctor said. “Will she be staying on with us tonight?” he asked Evander.
Why was he asking Evander and not her? Why wasn’t the doctor making the medical decisions?
“I think it best she be transferred to my place. I’ll take good care of her while she rests.”
“That sounds like the perfect plan,” the doctor agreed. “If anything else comes up, you know we’re always here.”
Then they left the room.
“Your place?” she asked.
“No funny business, if that’s what you’re thinking. I have a guest room. I’m nothing like the pigs you serve drinks to every night.”
She knew that, so why was she questioning him?
“I know that. It’s just too much. You don’t even know me.”
Another person came partway into the room. He was dressed business-casual, and just as big and commanding as Evander.
“I hear you’re taking her home?”
“The doctor needs to keep his mouth shut,” Evander said.
“Well, those two contracts aren’t going to handle themselves.”
