Town of Chance: Believing in Love (The Dare 7)

Parker whistled low the moment Eliza Grace disappeared into her room.

“How the hell are we supposed to act all calm and bring her on a date when all I want to do is take her to bed?” Parker said and ran his hand through his hair and exhaled. He leaned back on the couch, legs stretched, and ran his hands up and down his thighs.

Burker chuckled.

“She is so damn sweet. It was hard not to peel that sexy, tight running outfit off of her.”

“In the SUV you were carrying on about how she needed training and to be aware of her surroundings. You bit the woman’s head off before you even hit the brakes.”

“I was pissed off, okay, and so were you. You were the one that looked at your watch and timed how long it was before she noticed us following her. She never did. She should get punished for that.”

“Yeah, try it and see how that goes over. It’s just another thing to prove she needs us. She needs taking care of. She’s been so busy with work and everything, she probably looks at running as a way to clear her head.”

“Well, she can clear her head but she still needs to be aware of what’s going on around her,” Burker added and then looked around the small apartment. It was neat, aside from a table that had a lot of magazines and folders on it. As he looked around and started opening them up he felt his heart begin to race. They were pictures of Eliza Grace. The first few eight-by-tens were of her on a balcony overlooking the beach. She wore a strapless one piece dress that hugged her figure so tight he could see how thin her waist was and how large her breasts were. The very high heeled shoes she wore, he thought women called them wedges, made her legs look toned and long. He followed the curves with his eyes and landed on her ass that stuck out from behind. She looked like a sexual goddess.

His cock hardened and his heart began to pound inside of his chest.

“Damn. Let me see,” Parker said, coming up behind him and taking a look.

He whistled low as they went through the other pictures and then saw the contracts.

“We shouldn’t be looking at this,” Parker said and looked back toward the hallway.

“Why not? It’s out here in the open, along with these music sheets and lyrics. I wonder why she has these,” Burker said and then Parker picked up another folder with a small catalog in it.

“Look at this,” he said and Burker immediately saw the young women in lingerie. Fancy stuff, very classy and sexy. His heart raced, wondering if he was going to turn the page and see Eliza Grace in something. But instead there were sticky notes. “Like this one,” they said and then another note in the back. “It says These are the types of lingerie you would be posing in for the designer boutique. You won’t need to wear them for the runway show Saturday.”

“Runway show?” Parker asked.

“They want her to pose in lingerie. Fuck, I don’t think I can handle this, and I know Lynch and Tazer. There’s no fucking way.”

“Put it back. Fix it, and we’ll try to talk to her about work and figure it out. We can’t go making demands on her. If this is what she enjoys doing then we need to be supportive,” Parker said to him.

Burker showed him the picture in the catalogue of the pretty brunette in the very sheer lingerie they could see her nipples through. “This is okay with you? Because it isn’t okay with me.” He folded it up and reset the items on the table exactly as they were before. He walked over to the couch but he couldn’t sit. He paced until Eliza Grace walked into the room fixing her earring and wearing a short flair beige skirt, high heeled wedges like the ones she wore in the catalogue and a strapless pale pink top that clung to her curves like a bodice and accentuated her large breasts. She looked incredible.

“Is this okay?” she asked him as Parker stood up and got to her before Burker could even get himself to move.

“Beautiful, baby. Like always.” He pulled her close and kissed her hand then up her arm. She giggled and slapped him away then headed toward the kitchen. Burker watched her. The small, round, firm ass, the long, tan thighs and her toned back and shoulders. She was in exceptional shape and he didn’t want anyone to see her body but him and his brothers. He ran his hand along his jaw and exhaled.

“I just need to eat a granola bar or something. I feel a little light headed after the run and not eating something.”

“Light headed?” Parker asked and walked closer.

“I’ll be okay in a minute,” she said and unwrapped a granola bar then took a bite.

“How about some water too. It was warm out there. You have to be careful not to get dehydrated,” Parker said to her. Burker came closer. She finished the bar and then took a slug from her water bottle.

She took a deep breath and then came around the table and faced them.

Burker wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close.

“Ready?” he asked her. She nodded. She looked a bit fearful. He cupped her cheek as Parker placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned down close to her ear.

“Don’t look so scared. We don’t bite.”

“Much,” Burker whispered. She tightened up and he couldn’t help but to smirk and give her a wink. It was going to be torture doing this whole courting thing, when all he wanted to do was strip her naked and explore every inch of her for hours, even days if he could. His possessiveness was becoming stronger and it would take a lot of self-control not to act on those possessive feelings and remain patient. After all, she was coming with them willingly. Had accepted them in her apartment and even allowed them to wait while she showered. This was progress.

He stroked her cheek and then gave her a soft kiss on the lips.