All The King's Men - On HOLD

Safe With Me

Chapter 14—Safe with Me

Faeryn

I walked next to Gwion, letting him lead me down the long hallways, back to his suites. I was hyperaware of his fingers that rubbed the low part of my spine, barely above the curve of my ass. I forced my body not to react. Hell, his touch was just as bad, affected me just as much, if not more than when he used that damn sexy voice.

But then, the memories of the last hour crashed over me, and my anger consumed me again. He used me! He forced me to make a connection between Jac and Catelyn. A connection I didn't even realize I could make. And then there was his ridiculous jealously of Chai. I had no doubt he intended to kill Chai right in front of everyone.

I couldn't help the cold shiver that ran down my spine. I knew Gwion was dangerous, but I had never seen his fury in action before. He had never directed his anger at me, so it was easy to forget.

But no more.

I would remember exactly what he was capable of.

More thoughts rambled through my brain. He had admitted he could control everyone around us, just using his mind...that was insane. But not me! He couldn't control me and I had every intention of drawing some necessary boundaries between us as soon as we reached wherever the hell we were going.

I looked around. We had gone past the areas I was familiar with. This section was entirely new to me. My tone was hard and clipped, "Where are we going?"

He sighed, "You'll see."

I frowned. "That's all I get? No answer?"

"Don't push me, Faeryn."

Anger shot up my spine. I ground my teeth together. I was close to throwing down with him completely. A few more minutes went by, and we came upon two large doors. He opened them and motioned me inside. It was completely dark. I hissed, "What the hell?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he flipped a switch and light illuminated the large room. I looked around. We were in some sort of gym, but different than the one I used when I trained. There were thick mats on the floor inside of a large ring.

He walked over to a bench outside of the ring, and kept his back to me as he slipped off his suit jacket. The movement was smooth and sleek; the hard muscles visible beneath his dress shirt, as his shoulders and back flexed and contracted with the movement. I bit back a growl.

"Gwion," abruptly, we were interrupted as a woman spoke from right behind me. I startled and spun around to face her. She wore a short black skirt revealing long legs, and tight white button down shirt, that barely looked big enough to contain her ample breasts. She strode passed me, without even glancing in my direction, her stiletto heels clipping along the floor. She was holding a stack of neatly folded clothing.

Gwion released his cufflinks, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt as she approached. When she reached his side, she bent over at the waist, her ass in the air toward him and set the clothing down on the bench with his discarded jacket. His sexy tone was in full effect, "Thank you, Bridget."

I narrowed my eyes. I had seen most of his secretaries and wait staff, and she wasn't either. She straightened and replied with an equally low and seductive tone, "Anytime, Gwion." I didn't miss her inclination that she was available for more than just clothing delivery. I also didn't miss his glance at her ass as she walked away.

What the hell? I clenched my fists. He never acted like this in front of me, which meant he was purposefully trying to piss me off. Mission accomplished.