"No," he rumbled in my ear. "I have to fuck you. Now."
"Why? Are you marking your territory?" I'd only been half serious with the comment, but he pulled back and the look in his eyes said that was exactly what he was doing.
I wriggled out of his gr...
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Book 2 chapter Twenty-One
"Should I change or stay in this?" It was the third time I'd asked Megan this question in the last fifteen minutes. She'd answered each and every time, but I couldn't remember what she'd said-my mind was a mess of exhaustion and nervousness. I'd managed to nab a short nap in between packing and figured I'd catch up on the rest during the long flight. Until then, I had espresso.
Megan spun on her barstool and grabbed my shoulders, looking me directly in the eye. "Bey, chill the f**k out. You're making me insane."
"Okay." A thumping noise drew our eyes downward. It was the heel of my shoe, bouncing with the twitching of my leg. I put my hand on my thigh to still the movement. "Okay. Chilling."
"Thank god." She ran her eyes again over my short wraparound skirt and white button-down blouse. "You look smokin'. But you should change into sweats for the flight so you can be all comfy and drool while you sleep and all that. Then change back into this in the airport bathroom."
"Okay." That's right. That was the plan. I would have been in sweats already except that I was waiting for the club renter to show up.
Though I had plans to change the hours of The Sky Launch, we currently weren't open on Sundays or Mondays. Occasionally a private party would rent the place for various functions. I didn't know much about this particular rental situation. Kendrick had set it up. He would have handled the exchange too, except he'd left for Atlantic City after we'd closed that morning to check out Adora on the sly. I hated to admit it, but Shawn had made Kendrick's life by giving him that job. It had been a good move.
Megan turned back to the bar where she was creating some sort of counter artwork with olive spears. "Do you know where you're going when you land?"
"Kelly arranged for a car to pick me up and take me to his hotel." Anxiousness pulsed through me again and I started pacing. "But what if he's not there? What if I have to wait or what if I miss him? Or what if...." my stomach lurched at this thought, "what if he's with someone?"
"He won't be with anyone. He's with you."
"But how do you know?"
"I..." She paused as if she were going to say something and then changed to something else. "Just do."
I scowled. That answer wasn't satisfying.
"What? Are we in grade school?" She sighed. "I can tell by the way he looks at you. Everyone can. Come on, Bey, he asked you to move in with him. After what? A week? He's into you, girl."
"All right, all right. You're right." I glanced at the clock above the bar. "The renters are supposed to be here in twenty. We should go down in case they get here early."
"Um, okay. “Megan suddenly looked as nervous as I felt. "Hold on a minute." She shuffled the spears around then rearranged them in the same design.
