Savage Hunger(16)
“Yes. Look, I’ll call you as soon as I can.”
“Sienna, wait. If you’re with—”
She turned off her phone, quickly erased the call history just in case, and rushed to replace it between her breasts. Crap, she was really going to have to find a better place to hide her stuff.
Heavy footsteps fell outside the door. Spinning around she faced the door, her heart almost stopping as she saw the handle turn.
The door eased open and Sienna watched one black-leather shoe step inside. Her gaze traveled upward as the rest of Warrick’s body appeared. His muscles rippled beneath his black shirt as he stepped confidently into the room, looking every bit the federal agent he’d claimed to be. God. He really was insanely hot. Even more so now as a fully grown man.
Her mouth dried and she ran her tongue over her lips. Warrick’s gaze homed in on the movement as he shut the door firmly behind him.
“You haven’t changed out of your dress.”
His low, sensual voice sent her senses spinning and she had to focus on what he’d just said. Her dress. Right.
“I…there’s a zipper in the back that I can’t quite reach.” She knew it was the wrong thing to say when his gaze narrowed with heat like she’d just thrown down the gauntlet of seduction. But really, it was the first thing that had popped into her head. She couldn’t exactly confess to calling her father.
“Is that so?” he murmured softly, taking a step toward her. “Turn around.”
Chapter Five
Her pulse tripped at the rough command, but Sienna moved to obey, knowing she’d walked right into this one. She’d have to be very careful not to expose the goods she was hiding in the bodice.
His footsteps sounded on the wood floor as he closed the distance between them. The heat of his hard body registered before his hip brushed the curve of her bottom. The familiar, sexy smell of him teased her senses and tingles raced through her blood. She silently let out the breath she’d been holding, repeating the mantra he doesn’t affect me, he doesn’t affect me in her head.
Warrick caught the length of her hair and pushed it forward over her shoulder. His long, rough fingers brushed against her bare skin and she trembled, letting her eyes drift shut, knowing her mantra was crap.
He found the tab of her zipper and slowly tugged it down; the sound of the teeth separating seemed extraordinarily loud in the room. Cool air greeted her naked back with each inch he exposed.
“No bra?”
Her cheeks warmed with color at his husky question. She didn’t really need a bra with the way the bodice was cut, and her breasts weren’t overly big anyway.
Clutching the dress at her breasts so it didn’t fall down or drop the hidden items, she muttered, “You know, you could try to act like a gentleman and not point these kinds of things out.”
He paused in his movement of unzipping, each breath he exhaled teasingly hot on her neck. “There was a time when you wouldn’t have wanted me to.”
Her heart clenched at the reminder of how foolish she’d been six years ago.
“Times have changed, Warrick.”
He was silent for a moment, then muttered a terse, “Good.”
It was almost like he’d kicked her in the stomach. Sienna jerked away from him, glad her back was to him so he wouldn’t see the hurt in her eyes.
“I can handle it from here, thanks.”
“Don’t forget this.”
She reluctantly turned, blinking her expression into disdain as she accepted the shirt she’d dropped on the floor earlier.
Warrick’s mouth tightened. “And we still need to talk.”
“No, we need to go to bed. I believe you said that talking can wait until the morning. It’s at least past three.”
“You’re right.” Warrick thrust a hand through his short hair, before nodding. “Okay. We’ll call it a night.”
Relief slid through her and she gave a short nod. Well, he’d certainly backed off that easily enough. He was probably just as exhausted as she was.
Stifling a sigh, she headed toward the bathroom. The dress and T-shirt bunched in front of her to conceal the phone and thumb drive.
“Thank you. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Once in the bathroom, she closed the door and leaned her head against the cool wood. God. She needed to get out of this house. Get away from Warrick and the other guys, and get to her father as soon as possible. But how?
First things first. She had to find a place to hide the jump drive and phone. She plucked open the drawers in the bathroom, trying to figure out where the hell Warrick wouldn’t look.
Her lips quirked when she spotted the box of feminine products. Bingo. These types of things tended to make men break out in hives. Since the box was already open and missing a few items, she squeezed the phone and jump drive in easily, and closed the drawer back up, her nerves still jumping.