Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Does it matter? I heard if you were going to kill someone it’s better not to know their name.”
He smirked. “Or maybe I have something in store for you much worse. Name!” he practically barked that last word making her nearly jump out of her seat.
“Tam.”
“Is that short for something?”
“Tamryn, but most people just call me Tam.”
“Hmm, Tamryn,” he said it more to himself than to her, as if he were testing the name on his tongue. The way he said it sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way toward a total stranger who was probably her potential murderer.
Taking a deep breath, she decided now was a good a time as any to figure out where they were going so she could formulate some plan of escape. “And exactly where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see when you get there.”
Tam moistened her lips which felt cracked and dry. “What’s your name?”
She didn’t think he would answer as he grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the divider and took one out before putting one between sensual lips. But then he muttered, “Seamus.”
It was a name she would have associated with an old Irish sea captain, but somehow it suited him. “Those are bad for you.” She pointed toward the cancer stick dangling from his mouth.
“I didn’t invite your opinion. Sit back and enjoy the ride.”
As Tam opened her mouth to protest, he temporarily took his gaze off the road and shot her a look that would have made the toughest of men shit themselves.
She clasped her hands together to stop the shaking and kept her head down, silently praying that she would figure a way out of her predicament.
Seamus couldn’t figure out what it was about this woman that intrigued him, but from the moment their eyes had met as he was dining with a companion of his, there was something about her that made him want to know more about her. Was it because she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen? Of course, it wasn’t because he’d been with women who were considered extraordinary beauties. Tamryn was only passably pretty, but she had that certain something that made a man look twice with dark brown skin that reminded him of smooth silk, large eyes framed with long thick lashes that gave her a look of innocence and bow-shaped lips that begged to be kissed.
When he’d first seen her, it didn’t immediately dawn on him that she was homeless until he’d gotten close enough to take in the old, stained clothing that looked as if it had seen better days, and the burlap backpack with a sleeping bag attached. He should have walked away then, but he couldn’t.
Seamus never considered himself a philanthropist, but he wanted to help her, which made no sense to him considering his mistrust in women in general, but there he was offering to take her somewhere to eat. It had only been his intention to do just that but the more he remained in proximity to her, watching the way she moved, and the way that little pink tongue swiped her full lips every so often, had his dick rock hard.
He had to be insane to take in this woman who not only could have been riddled with disease if she earned extra money from the occasional john or two, but it was quite possible she was a junkie or mentally unstable. He knew enough about street life to understand that homelessness came with its own peril.
His family amassed a fortune in bootlegging and arms dealing. He had had a hand in it himself until he realized the real power was in going legit, or at least the appearance of it. So even though Tamryn lived on the streets, he didn’t consider himself any better than her. Some people would say he was much worse. But he had to see what kind of person she was so when he’d made that stop at the gas station, Seamus had deliberately left his money clip in the car in a place where she was sure to see it. He knew exactly how much was there so even if she took a little, he’d know and be done with her. But when he came back to find her gone, he was surprised that she’d left any money at all. She’d taken three-hundred-dollar bills and had left the rest.
It should have pissed him off but a part of him was relieved that she’d done it and had left so that he wouldn’t have to examine the effect she had on him and his libido. That night, he’d visited his club and chose his favorite hostess and fucked her until she begged for mercy. But unlike the other times, that experience hadn’t been as unsatisfying as it usually was because all he could think about was a certain brown-eyed thief.