Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“If you don’t come back here when you’re done in the bathroom, I’ll come get you. Was that clear enough?”
Yes, the shift between them had definitely snuck up on her. So unexpectedly, she hadn’t had time to put her walls back in place. Fletch had managed to breach her barriers.
Normally she would just tell a man who said something like that to fuck off. Instead, she answered, “Crystal,” placed her clothes down on top of the dresser, tagged his T-shirt from the floor and pulled it over her head.
She didn’t wait to see if he had a response before making her way out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.
She stopped in front of the sink and a woman she didn’t recognize stared back in the mirror. A woman actually willing to let the man in the next room into her head. Maybe even into her heart.
She shook herself mentally.
Since when did she like demanding men?
Never. That macho alpha bullshit had always been a huge turn-off for her. Even more so after dealing firsthand with the Russos blatant misogyny.
So, why now? Why Fletch?
Why, when he made demands, did it turn her on?
It could be just the mood she was in tonight. That had to be it.
The next time they had sex, she’d most likely hate it.
The next time they had sex…
She wasn’t going to fool herself and pretend it wouldn’t happen again. Or that she wouldn’t want it.
But one thing she needed to make clear with him was, what they did during the light would be as Ghost and Kitten, what they did in the dark would be as Fletch and Nova.
Keeping both their professional and personal lives separate might prevent their developing relationship, along with the job they were tasked with, from going sideways.
Or at least she hoped so.
Only time would tell.
Chapter Nineteen
Last Saturday night had been a complete fucking bust. At least for Ghost and Kitten since, again, they didn’t see hide nor hair of a Demon at the Hawg Wild Saloon.
What wasn’t a bust—at least so far—was what was happening between Fletch and Nova.
Sex and a lot of it.
Last Friday night, the connection between them seemed to have shifted a bit to what Fletch thought was more than sex. But despite his order for her to come back to his bed, she slipped quietly back into her own room after cleaning up.
He figured she did it out of spite since the woman was quite clear about not taking orders from the likes of him. Even though in the last week she’d end every night by heading to her own room, as soon as he’d call out her name, she’d come to his. At first she was testing him—no fucking doubt—but then it turned into a little game between them. Or a challenge, more like it.
Yeah. If Nova didn’t want to fuck him, she wouldn’t and he could do nothing about it. Luckily, she did, but still wanted to play the hard-to-get game. He didn’t mind the game she was playing as long as he was hard and he “got” her in the end.
Every night after they had sex, she went to clean up, then climbed in her own bed to sleep. Despite him telling her every damn night to come back to his.
Not once had she even lingered afterward. Not fucking once.
She was making a point.
She was not going to be forced to do something she didn’t want to do, even if it was simply sleeping next to him all night. A clear indicator of how headstrong she was.
It was also a good reminder of how much her strength and stubbornness turned him the fuck on. If she had given up easily and listened to any order he tossed her way, he might actually be disappointed.
Tonight he had to remind himself to get his mind out of his bedroom and back to the task at hand, even though he certainly couldn’t wait to get back to their shared apartment later so they could make use of that ceiling mirror again.
That mirror made it the… Hottest. Fucking. Sex. Ever.
He actually considered getting one for his own place. But again, that was later, this was now and he needed to pay attention to his current surroundings.
After deciding to play doubles, he picked a pool table and placed a quarter on the rail to get in “line” for a turn at playing the winner of the game that would be played before them.
Being Friday night, the bar was hopping, full of bikers and their babes. That meant there was a long wait at the pool tables and also the dart boards.
Smoke, of both the legal and illegal variety, clouded the air, the smell of stale sweat and unwashed bodies filled their nostrils and the number of those bodies was higher than Fletch would like. Being in the midst of so many one-percenter bikers and their ilk in such a compact space made him a bit wired. Especially since he and Nova would be considered the enemy to every single patron in the bar, if they were outed.