Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Once we’d cleared that no one was a safety risk, I had them placed in an area set aside by the ropes normally used to separate the deep end and shallow end of the pool. Tonight, however, the entire pool had been blocked off with large folding screens. One would never even know it was there. Before greenlighting Micah, I did another quick check on the other side of the screens—nothing there but the peaceful lapping of the pool water. When that was taken care of, Micah took his robe off and the small group went wild, nearly stampeding over the ropes. The fucker was wearing nothing but an itsy-bitsy tiny pair of booty shorts with a mesh back. His bubble butt and ass crack were visible for anybody who wasn’t blind. I felt my teeth grind together in lust and frustration. He was making it damn hard to remain professional.
Samson was obviously accustomed to yoga workouts because he began putting Micah through a routine that was damn sure to tone my model’s lean muscles. After forty-five minutes, Micah had to be aching from the workout, but you’d never know it. He worked hard and focused on everything Samson requested of him. When in the plow pose, Samson made a wisecrack about it being an excellent sex position since it would allow for deeper penetration. Fuck me. They went through the downward facing dog, the reclining bound angle pose, the Ananda balasana, the puppy dog stretch, and, my personal favorite, the happy birthday—spread eagle on his back with his hands grabbing his feet. Fuck me twice. Every damn pose Samson put him in was a sexual-fucking-position. Not only that, but it was a sexual position that demonstrated just how fucking flexible Micah was.
Fucking. Flexible.
Micah performed each position perfectly—and here’s where things got sketchy—performed just as hard at flirting with one particular fan. A guy, the oldest one in the group of lucky fans, had earned Micah’s undivided attention. They flirted with one another outrageously, but I couldn’t help but notice that Micah always turned to make certain I was watching the interaction.
He was taunting me, trying to make me jealous—which was silly…yet working. What the fuck was that about? I most certainly wasn’t jealous of two half-grown men flirting for attention. That’s, at least, what my head kept telling me. My body, on the other hand, told me an entirely different story. The longer I watched, the more irritated I became. What was he playing at and, more importantly, why did I care?
I hadn’t asked Samantha the question because it hadn’t been important to his safety, but I’d assumed Micah was straight. From my research, he’d been connected to several female models. There’d even been whispers of a sex tape between him and two of the most popular LV models, but I hadn’t been interested so there’d been no reason to find out if it was really true or not. Without pausing long enough to determine whether it was a good idea or not, I pulled out my cell phone and punched in a number I hadn’t once thought I’d be forced to call. My eyes narrowed as I waited for him to answer and Micah continued to flirt shamelessly.
“What the hell, Landon? I’m on a fucking cruise, protecting your son right now. If you’re worried about the situation, read the reports I file every damn night,” Eli barked into the phone.
I had no idea what time it was or where Eli was, nor did I care. Of course, I’d read the nightly reports to ensure my son was safe—that wasn’t what this call was about.
“Nice talking to you, too, Agent Wallace. I had a question for you.”
“What?” he growled.
In the background, I could hear Ari’s sleepy voice and fury swept through me. I knew I shouldn’t care; Ari was a grown man and quite capable of making decisions about his own life, but he was still my son. In my opinion, nobody would ever be good enough for him—especially Agent Wallace.
“Is your sister’s godson straight or gay?”
Eli was completely silent for a few seconds before he barked out a laugh and countered with, “Let me see. I think since he’s your current assignment and your boss’s godson, that makes him officially ‘hands-off’ material. Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Him. That’s all you need to know about his sexual orientation, Agent Honeycutt.”
I felt a blush heat my cheeks but refused to back down. “I could say the same for you, asshole. Just answer the damn question. It has nothing to do with me personally…even though I’m almost certain I hear your current assignment, my son, in bed with you.”
It didn’t have anything to do with me personally, did it?
“Goddamn,” Eli said with another laugh. “You’re about the only agent on the team that I would have trusted to keep Jinx in line and not to fall for his angelic beauty. Guess I was wrong, huh?”