Unchain My Heart(74)

Luckily he’d had his tablets in his pocket and I got them into him quickly. A week’s rest in hospital would do him good, and Mom would make sure he listened to the doctors and took less strain at work. It was time for him to slow down; he had six years till retirement, he didn’t need to work insane hours any longer. If Jade worked hard, she could take over the reigns and be groomed to run the company with the guidance of the partners.

Lately I didn’t want to spend time alone at home. The bachelor pad with its minimalistic furnishings I’d always been so proud of didn’t do it for me any longer. Cold metal and hard stone surfaces echoed every sound in the vast open-plan space—sterile and uninviting. Hollow. I’d turned the music on as soon as I got home to drive the emptiness out.

More restless than ever, I’d been virtually working twenty-four-seven to get Eva out of my head. On top of that, doing an extra hour of gym every day to exhaust myself in the hopes of falling asleep when my head hit the pillow was far better than to lie awake for hours, fantasizing about what I wanted to do to her. The self-imposed ban I’d placed on going anywhere near her was testing my self-control. In truth, my resistance was crumbling.

I got out of the shower and dried off. Ding dong. Was that the fucking doorbell? Jesus, it was one-thirty a.m.—I wasn’t in the mood for Savage or anyone else right now. I wanted to crawl into bed and drift into a dreamless sleep. For once, I was so exhausted that I'd actually get to sleep.

Wrapping a small towel around my waist, I padded to the front door. The stereo blared, and although nobody could hear exactly how loud it was if they stood outside, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t home or that I was sleeping.

Glancing at the security screen, I sucked in a breath. This was certainly an unexpected visitor, all right. Eva stood in front of my door, clutching her coat tightly to her body. Her hair was messy, as if she hadn’t bothered to brush it. Had she just gotten out of bed?

A frown rested between her perfectly bowed eyebrows. She rang the bell again as she glanced at her watch, pouting. I was still thinking about what to do when she rapped her knuckles on the door as if she couldn’t wait a minute longer.

“Open the fucking door, Harrison,” she called out.

Was she mad at me? Christ. What reason did she have to be angry? Was it because I hadn’t sent her flowers the day after I'd fucked her? I never did, usually because I didn’t even know the chick’s name or address. In this case I'd been fucking drunk for three days, then thrown myself head over dick into work. Fuck sending roses with a sentimental card.

She was just about to knock again when I jerked the door open. Her eyes flared for a moment when she saw that I was only wearing a towel and a smirk.

“Are you that much of a selfish prick that you don’t care that your neighbors are sleeping?” She pushed passed me into the hallway and through to the living room where she turned the music right down.

She didn’t give me time to explain that I had state-of-the-art soundproofing. I could have a live band play in here and my neighbors would be none the wiser. I liked it when my women screamed during sex, so it was one of the first things that had attracted me to this apartment. It had belonged to a muso before, and he’d paid big bucks to soundproof the place. I was happy to pay top dollar for his effort.

I shrugged, then followed her back to the living room. “You’re not here to complain about my noisy music,” I said, raising an eyebrow. Fuck, it was good to see her again. She looked even more gorgeous than I remembered, her dark, untamed hair reminding me of her just-fucked look the last time I'd seen her. My cock stirred under the fucking towel. Down, boy. This was not the time to show Eva how much I wanted to be buried deep inside her. But since I hadn’t emptied my balls inside a woman since fucking her, and since the object of my desire was standing only inches away from me, it was impossible to prevent.

I busied myself by changing the music and lighting the fireplace while waiting for her answer. But mainly I was trying to control my fucking dick.

“No, Harrison, I'm not here for superficial reasons.”

Still messing with the controls, I kept my back to her and turned my head only to stare. “What then?” My voice was hard and brash. It was late, I was horny as fuck and I wanted her gone because I didn’t know how much longer I'd be able to rein it in before I grabbed her and fucked the shit out of her. My self-control was slipping, especially as her fucking perfume wafted to my nostrils. My cock was hard and there was nothing I could do about it. It wanted Eva. I wanted Eva. Fuck.

“Are you going to turn around and talk to me like an adult?” she said, her voice sharp and a few pitches too high.