Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 3

Bradley's POV

"Ms. Smith...Tiffany." I shook her shoulders gently, but she made no efforts to get up; instead, she snuggled on the leather seat. "Tiffany, gatita. Wake up." She looked like a kitten lying there, curled up, soft and sleepy. Her head resting on the window, pillowed by her hands. She looked delicate and vulnerable, but she wasn't.

She stirred slightly and muttered something in her sleep. Her thick hair had fallen forward touching her face so instinctively I reached forward to move it aside. Then immediately wished I hadn't. This was the reason for her being here in the first place.

It was her hair that started all this mess.

I doubted if I would ever forget the sense of shock that had hit me straight in the chest when she had appeared outside the club just a few short hours earlier. She looked lovely in her yellow dress than clung to her body, showing off her curves. Whatever else I had been expecting of Tiffany Smith described to me by the private investigator I placed on the case, it had certainly not been this.

Not this curvy, delicate creature whose exquisite beauty had knocked me so far off balance that my thoughts had become scrambled. In the end, I was only able to function by forcing myself to concentrate on the plan I had worked out and nothing else.

The picture the detective had painted had been of someone who loved to gossip on social media.

This woman didn't look anything like the picture I had built up in my mind. She wasn't immature with her phone taped to her hands. Of course, that picture might still be the truth internally; it was just the external appearance that was different. But if that was the case then she had no damn right to be so deceptively beautiful—it complicated matters far too much.

"Mr. Smith."

She stirred again but ignored my calling.

I placed my hands on her shoulder and gave her a big shake.

'You!' Her eyes flew open, wide and dark. She stared uncertainly up into my face. Her eyes were starting to focus properly. 'What did you do to me?'

I removed my hands from her shoulders and backed away, "I didn't do anything to you. You fell asleep."

She rubbed her eyes and looked out the window, she frowned and looked back at me. "How long have we been driving? Where the hell are we?"

I smiled at her, "We've been trying for six hours. Welcome to Jackson Hill, Pennsylvania."

"Pennsylvania!" she shouted. "I'm miles away from my home."

"That was the aim, darling. We're practically in the middle of nowhere." It was never my intention to leave New York, but when my uncle, Conrad, called earlier today. He mentioned his farm needing someone to look after it for a few days while he vacationed with his wife in Hawaii.

"Why would you bring me out here? It makes no sense."

"It makes perfect sense. There is no internet here so you won't have your little followers to gossip with and you won't be able to conduct any interviews with paparazzi."

"I don't gossip! I rant! There is a big difference." she defended.

"Potato, potahto."

She rolled her eyes at me, "You won't get away with this! People saw you putting me in that limo. Sooner or later they'll find me."

I chuckled, "I highly doubt it."

She frowned, "You said you'd let me call my friend. I need to call her."

"And you will, but first we need to get out of this vehicle. You must be cramped up after laying like that for over four hours." I looked down and her legs that we bent at the knee.