She playfully hit him on the arm. “Take me to work – to News Scape. I promise I’ll try to come up with some alternative ideas for my scoop. This is technically kidnapping, you know.”
“Well, maybe that’s your story! Rockstar abducts journalist and takes her to heaven and back!”
He laughed and Eleanor chuckled. A terrible thought flashed through her mind. Joseph Quinlan in a kiss-and-tell exclusive… No, Eleanor, don’t even contemplate it.
She watched him back-up into his space like a pro. He was so hot and skilful. She tingled with lust as he leaned over and kissed her passionately. “God I can’t wait to get inside your panties! Come on.”
She stared at him pensively for a moment, then she climbed out of the car with terrible thoughts of betrayal still rushing through her mind. He seemed to trust her one-hundred percent. He knew she was a reporter and that she wanted a sensational scoop, bu
t he trusted her… And that really meant a lot – to be trusted like that. She refused to betray his trust.
He draped his arm around her, as they strode past the security guard on the door, then he kissed her as the elevator took them up towards his room. “I think I’m addicted to your lips.”
She grinned. She sensed he was falling for her – or at least that’s how it seemed. And she was definitely falling for him. She allowed her desire to swirl up as she shoved away any treacherous thoughts. There was no way she could ever betray this gorgeous man. Not even for the scoop of the century.
They strode quickly down the corridor and burst into the apartment, already kissing as they slammed the front door behind them. Joseph pinned her roughly against the door, kissing her hard and pressing his cock against her, letting her know his intentions. Lust shuddered through her in waves and she gasped to catch her breath – all thoughts of getting back to work forgotten. His fit body covered hers completely as he held her firmly against the door – dominating her entirely. He kissed her and grabbed her wrists, raising her arms above her head and stretching her body; making her feel sensuous.
“You’re my girl now.” He wrapped the fingers of one of his strong hands around both her wrists and held them together – leaving one hand free to do whatever he wanted, while keeping her firmly in place.
He gazed down into her eyes and grinned. “Fuck time,” he said, as if it was the most romantic thing in the world.
She laughed and nodded her enthusiasm. He kissed her passionately on the lips – then on the neck and collarbone, making her groan. She glanced over his shoulder through half-closed eyes, and vaguely took in the room. There was a fallen lamp on the bookshelf, next to a broken vase. Wait… that wasn’t right… Terror replaced her arousal.
“Oh god, Joseph,” she gasped.
“Yes, babe!”
“No, wait. Stop.”
He let go of her wrists. “What?”
“Turn around.”
He laughed. “I was about to say that to you!”
“No, seriously….Turn around.”
He frowned and turned, and they both surveyed the scene. The place had been ransacked – the couches had been upturned, the closet doors yanked open, and Joseph’s possessions strewn about the carpet.
“What the fuck…” he whispered. He walked further inside and bent to pick up a shard of glass from the smashed coffee table.
Eleanor stared at the carnage in shock. “Is anything missing?”
“I’ve no idea. Shit… how the hell did they get past security?”
“Do you think you should call the cops?”
He turned and fixed his gaze on her – his handsome face was gripped with worry. It was true that the place was a mess and this was a violation, but Joseph seemed much more distressed about being burglarized than Eleanor would’ve expected.
“Do you have something important here, Joseph?” she asked, holding his hand. “Something you think’s been taken?”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “My brother Ivan… he’s on the run.”
Confusion spiralled through her. “What?”
Joseph pulled her close, seeming to want to extract comfort from her. He composed himself. “Ivan invented… something… I can’t tell you what. And he faked his own death… There were these Russians trying to kill my brother Dylan. This is what I’ve been dreading. I think they might still want to get to him and I don’t know how to protect him.”
“Dylan?”