Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
He was suddenly behind her, his hand on her shoulder. “You are not allowed to masturbate unless I say so. How quickly you forget. You’re under contract until the job is over. Take off your clothes and find your place in the main dungeon. We’ll see if I can spank the rules into you.”
She was smiling as she began to strip.
Chapter Seventeen
Seven days later, Josh grimaced as he stared at the tux he would have to stuff himself into. He looked at himself in the ornate mirror and wished this fucking party hadn’t been black tie.
“I find it interesting that this Tyler asshole didn’t bother to show up for work,” Kayla complained from the bathroom.
“According to the director, he said he couldn’t leave the US right now. It’s cool. I got everything I needed out of him,” he replied.
She looked out the door, her body wrapped in a robe. Her hair was pinned up as though she was about to get into the shower he could hear running. “I would love to have talked to the man.”
“I’m sure you would have.” He could bet she would have been polite and pleasant and found a way to make her point. He was kind of glad Tyler Williams had decided to stay stateside. Kayla was highly suspicious of the dude. Earlier today, he’d caught her looking the man’s name up on her laptop. He suspected she wasn’t merely attempting to put him on her Christmas card list. “Did you enjoy the tour of the grounds?”
He had to be careful what he said because almost immediately after they’d been shown to their suite of rooms in the west wing of the massive compound at the edge of the jungle, Riley had run some kind of device over the walls and shaken his head at Kayla.
Bugs, bugs, and more bugs. Soon his life would be bug free and he was fucking keeping it that way. He’d cleared his schedule, pulling out of two films and pushing back another. He needed time and space to sit and think.
He needed to figure out how to be without her.
A solid week they’d spent on set. He’d worked fourteen-hour days and somehow she’d still managed to put her stamp on each and every one. The first day on set, she’d brought pastries in for the crew, making them all laugh and fall madly in love with her. Even the director, who pretty much hated everyone, had told Josh that one was a “keeper.”
The second day, he’d twisted the same damn ankle he’d hurt in the canyon and she’d sat in the small medical facility with him, bringing him coffee and taking his mind off the pain.
Every single frame of this film would remind him of her.
It would be better when she was physically away from him. The trouble was they were still thrown together and had to make everything look good for the people who were watching them.
Kayla stepped out of the bathroom. “Hector was a pleasant companion. You were right. He’s an incredibly generous man and this place is spectacular.”
Every word they said had to be measured. First because the Agency had been listening in, and now because Hector Morales apparently liked to spy on his guests, but then given that the man was head of a major drug cartel, it was likely an occupational necessity.
“He has his own zoo,” she was saying. “It’s pretty tricked out. This place is huge.”
“Yeah, I suspect we would need a map to get around,” he replied. He prayed her Agency contact had gotten her one.
She winked his way. “Nah, I’m only really interested in the ballroom. I’m playing princess tonight. Want to be Prince Charming? Because you worked out earlier and my Prince Charming isn’t stinky.”
He hadn’t, but the shower was the only place they could talk. And do other things. God, he’d had that woman every way he could think of and his cock surged the minute he realized he could have her one more time. For the last three days he’d promised himself every time was the last and every time she smiled his way, his dick overrode all of his good intentions.
This might be the last time. The very last time.
The party was tonight and they’d decided it was the perfect time for her to slip away and download Morales’s computer. There would be a hundred people milling about the mansion, many wanting to meet Hector’s special guest—Josh. Security would be tight, but Kayla assured him she could deal with them.
He pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it away. If she got what she needed tonight, Riley Blade would take the intel and hand it off to someone called Mr. Green and they would be done. They would wake up tomorrow, have breakfast with the drug kingpin, and head back into the city. He would go back to work and Kayla was scheduled for a flight to London tomorrow night.