I fished out my keys and opened the door. The room was dark except for a couple of lamps standing in the corners, spilling their golden glow throughout the room, giving it a warm, cozy light. The world outside was held at bay by thick black curtains designed to keep out the sun and, most importantly, prying eyes. The room had a simple king-size bed situated against the far wall with a nightstand next to it that held a small digital alarm clock. In the top drawer was a copy of the Bible and a handgun, just in case.
The Presidential Suite, as we called it, wasn’t anything special. It existed in case the acting president of the MC had to stay the night, or in case he had other business to tend to, like teaching his old lady her place. Julia was hardly my old lady, but we needed a private space so she could air out whatever it was that was bothering her.
“What’s bothering you?” I asked as I closed and locked the door behind us.
“What’s bothering me? Are you seriously going to ask me that question?” She turned on me, staring up at me with fierce anger in her green eyes.
She turned and walked away, sitting down on the bed. “You know what’s bothering me,” she said in an almost pouty tone.
“I want you to tell me. I want to hear you say it,” I urged her, still standing by the door.
“Dimitri.” Those eyes locked on me again. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.
After a pause, she continued. “You said he was going to be okay as long as I was talking to him.”
“But you haven’t been, at least on your account,” I told her. “You keep telling me hasn’t said anything to you other than to try to get you to help him escape or trying to convince you that you’re in danger here. So, if he’s talking and you aren’t telling me what he’s saying, I’m going to have to assume that you’re working with him.” I closed the distance between us as I talked.
Having her petite figure sitting on my bed and looking up at me with passion filling her eyes turned me on. I couldn’t explain it, but I couldn’t deny it either. The angrier she got, the more I wanted her. Again.
“You really don’t trust me, do you?” she asked, obviously insulted. “How dare you accuse me of lying to you. You! Of all people!”
“How do I know you’re not lying?” I snapped back. “How do I know you haven’t let him fill your head with lies about me? You won’t tell me what he says, so you’re obviously hiding something,” I accused her, throwing her reluctance to talk about him in her face. “In fact, the only time you ever tell me anything at all is when you’re trying to convince me to let him go. Do you really think he won’t try to get out of here the moment any of those restraints are loosened? Do you really think he won’t try to hurt you or anyone else in his way so that he can run?” My voice boomed, filling the room.
Julia didn’t cower from my anger. She stared up at me defiantly, as if my words had no effect on her. “But you’re torturing him,” she said flatly. “I never agreed to be part of that.”
“This is war, Julia Danvers. Don’t you get it? We’ve got the advantage here, and we’ve got to use that advantage. We can’t let this opportunity slip through your fingers.”
“You’ll have to do it on your own, then,” she said, reaching up to push me out of the way as she went to get off the bed.
I grabbed her hand. “You’re staying. I hired you to do a job, and you’re not leaving until it’s done.”
She jerked her hand away from me. “What are you going to do, Gage? Are you going to lock me up downstairs and have someone beat me? Or are you just keeping me around so you can fuck me whenever you want?”
I grabbed both of her arms and stood her up in front of me. I had figured out what it was about her that turned me on so much. She wasn’t afraid of me. She wasn’t afraid to stand up to me and to fight with me. She’d been trying to put me in my place since she got to HQ.
“I don’t remember hearing you complain,” I told her.
“That’s because I wasn’t complaining,” she snapped back.
I kissed her. She didn’t push away. Instead, our lips melted together, furiously at first, as if our mouths were fighting for us. But then, as our mouths opened and our tongues met again, our kiss slowed down and deepened. She pressed herself against me as I released her from my grip.
My hands slid down her arms and around behind her, grabbing and squeezing her tight, round ass through her jeans and grinding my hips against her. She pulled back from our kiss and moaned. She buried one hand in my hair and held onto me with the other, her thin, girlish fingers spread out across my shoulder.