Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
I close my eyes, trying to remember again. Fritz flutters through my mind, and I feel sick. The image of him with Lilith makes my stomach roll. I try to push the thought from my mind and focus on what happened after that. I remember running. My eyes fly open when two bright green eyes come flashing back, eyes that I know I’ve seen before but can’t place.
I glance over to a painting on the wall. It’s old and probably worth a lot of money. My heart starts to pound. What if this has to do with the stolen art? This looks like the kind of place that would be owned by someone who deals in art. Maybe even the stolen kind.
I shake my head at myself. Don’t be a drama queen. First, I think I’m being kidnapping and now I think I’m wrapped up in some stolen artwork heist. If I had to guess, I probably got so freaked out and overwhelmed with what I saw I passed out on that stranger last night. Johnny was there, too, wasn't he? My brain is so foggy.
I look around the room trying to find my clothes so I can change into something, but don’t find anything. When I open the closet, I see it’s packed full of men’s suits and women’s dresses. I run my fingers along one of them, envious of whoever they belong to. I stop on a dark green one that’s beautiful and would fit me perfectly. As if I’m being snapped back to reality, I let it go. I’m being rude. It’s clear I’m in a room that belongs to a couple. Maybe they helped me last night and now I’m going through their stuff.
“Come on, Bear.” I open another door that leads to a bathroom.
I pause at the mirror when I notice something. A necklace catches my eye and I step towards the mirror, fingering the gold chain. It leads down to a heavy charm with a stone in the center. It changes color as I move it, and the light hits it in different places. I reach behind my neck trying to unclip it, but the latch won’t budge. I mess with it for a few moments, then finally give up.
I run my hands through my hair and remember that I put it up before work, but it’s down now. I look at my nails and notice my hands are clean, too. Someone not only changed my clothes, they washed the warehouse dirt and dust off me. Flipping off the bathroom light, I walk out and go to the other mystery door on the far side of the room. When I open it, a long hallway is revealed, with not much light leading the way.
I pop my head out and as soon as I do, Bear shoots out and takes off running down the hallway.
“Bear!” I whisper-shout.
I chase him down the long hallway as he darts around a corner and down a flight of stairs. I follow him in a panic trying to catch him, but he’s too quick. Just when I’m almost close enough, and I’m about to scoop him up, he darts to a crack between two massive doors and slips inside. I make a grab for him but he’s already through. The movement causes one of the doors to slowly open.
“Bear, get back here,” I whisper again, not wanting to wake anyone who might be asleep.
I’ve never seen his ass move so fast before, and of course he’s doing it right now.
I push the door open a little more and step inside. There’s a light on, and I spot him right away. He’s on a large wooden desk, lying on top of it like he’s been doing it for years; as if he owns the damn thing.
Thunder cracks loudly again, and the lights in the room flicker before going out. My hand flies over my mouth and I try to stop myself from screaming as my eyes move to the only other source of light in the room. There’s a fire lit in the fireplace, and I freeze when I notice someone standing in front of it.
A man is standing there with one hand braced on the mantle. His back is to me, and his size is intimidating. Not to mention he isn’t wearing a shirt. He’s only wearing a pair of slacks that hang low on his hips. I can even make out the place just above his ass, and suddenly my lips are dry. I lick them as my eyes roam over his broad back, thinking about how every thick inch of him is muscled.
When I realize I’m starting to drool, my cheeks heat. I can’t believe I’m stunned into shock by the way he looks. I should have my mind on other more important things at the moment. Like where the hell am I, and how did I get here. I look down at the shirt I’m wearing and wonder if it’s his shirt. I also wonder who owns all the clothes upstairs and where she is. That sure looked like a master bedroom to me, and I don’t want to get caught checking out her man.