OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(128)

“You’re going to be the death of me if I keep you here as anything but a prisoner,” he told me.



“Probably,” I teased, “but at least you’ll enjoy it.”



“Alright, get your shoes,” he said abruptly.



“What about the rest of my things, like my pack?” I asked.



“Here.” He stepped over to the work bench and tossed my backpack to me.



“Where am I going?” I asked. While plan B seemed to be working so far, I still wasn’t sure what each step in the plan was going to be.



“You need a shower, and I’m sure you’d appreciate a little privacy, maybe a change of clothes,” he answered.



“Yeah, of course I would,” I said with a baffled laugh. I grabbed my shoes from the floor and shoved them in my pack.



“You’re going barefoot?” he asked when he saw me.



“Don’t pretend I’m some fragile little flower just because I’m a woman,” I said with a sigh. “I think I’ve proven myself to you by now.”



“Sorry.” He raised his hands. “I just mean, you know, I wouldn’t walk around here barefoot,” he explained.



“Well, I’ll be careful,” I told him flatly.



“Okay, let’s go.” He slid the door open and allowed me to walk up the stairs ahead of him. I expected to find all of the other members of the MC waiting for me upstairs, ready to pounce on me. I was waiting for this plan of mine to implode at any moment, but I knew that in order for it to work, I had to remain calm about the whole thing.



I heard the door close behind me, and soon Cole was walking behind me with a hand on my lower back. I grinned. I should have come in here with plan B to begin with. It was much easier to get in good with him than to find his drugs.





Chapter 6




Cole



I didn’t expect her to actually take my offer of freedom. I knew she would choose to stay. She couldn’t go back to her boss empty-handed, but there was another reason she didn’t want to leave just yet, and it became pretty obvious as soon as I untied her. She wanted me.



I wanted her, too. I couldn’t deny it. She’d noticed it when I shoved myself against her. I’d pressed myself against her and felt her body pressing against mine at the same time. She wanted me just as badly.



I tried to hold it together while I listened to the shower running in my bathroom, knowing that she was in there, naked behind my shower door. All I had to do was open the bathroom door and I would be in there with her.



I closed my eyes and imagined her in there, standing naked under the hot water rushing over her tan body. I imagined every curve catching water and letting it roll off. I leaned my head back and let the image linger in my head while I listened to the running water. I imagined those beautiful blue eyes staring at me through the steam, the wet hair clinging to the back of her neck while her serpentine curves almost danced in front of me.



I imagined pinning her thin wrists against the hard tile wall and pressing my naked, hot manhood between her legs. I wondered what she looked like down there. Did she shave, giving herself a submissive look, ready to please anyone man enough to take charge? Or was she the type of woman who kept meticulously trimmed hair to show off her dominant nature?



“There’s just one way to find out,” I said to myself, but I stayed on the couch. If things worked out the way I wanted them to, I’d have plenty of time to find out and explore her body.



It was all part of my new plan with her. I figured if I couldn’t get her to give in with regular tactics, and I wasn’t about to damage her, then I would have to seduce her to get information from her. I would do whatever I needed to in order to make her talk, and once I found out who her boss was, I was going to take him down and leave her in the dust.



I wasn’t completely sold on the last part of the plan, though. The jury was still out on whether or not to leave the end open for interpretation.



The water stopped. So did my heart. I didn’t want her to find me in the living room, kicked back on my white leather couch, listening to her shower. I reached over to the glass coffee table and grabbed the remote control for the large flat screen I had mounted on the white wall in my living room and turned on the news. I figured it was good background noise. There was always someone running their mouth, or there were commercials keeping the sound going.



I realized I didn’t have a drink or anything. Nothing about what I was doing looked natural. It was pretty obvious I’d just been sitting here listening to her in the shower. I got up and walked across my hardwood floor to my open kitchen, which faced the bathroom door. I grabbed a rocks glass from the cupboard, dropped a few pieces of ice in it, and poured myself a glass of whiskey.