I grinned. “Since I’m always covering your ass and River’s. Speaking of which, River’s gonna flip. You know he doesn’t trust newcomers.”
His brows furrowed. “He’ll have to deal with it,” Hendrix snapped. “She’s staying. End of discussion. Everything goes on as normal. No distractions.”
I raised my hands in a show of defense. “You don’t need to convince me. I’m never one to say no to another sweet ass and tits around the place.”
My mind wouldn’t shut off from picturing Emersyn, from the shock on her face as she watched me getting a blow job. The edge she awakened in me intrigued me more than I expected, so I understood why Hendrix had become so captivated by her as well.
“Any news from River?” I asked, trying to distract myself from my thoughts. I was getting hard again, and I didn’t want Hendrix to smell my lust. He didn’t need to know I wanted to bang the new girl...at least not yet.
Hendrix shook his head. “Scouting mission shouldn’t take too long. He’s due home soon. What about around here? What did I miss while I was gone?” he asked, studying a maid as she rushed past our room.
“Shovelling shit basically. I found out where our missing cargo’s been going… it was more than one man, as we initially thought, stealing from us. Jay tracked down Lun and two others from the pack trying to escape the island with boxes of our guns.”
He stiffened, his brow furrowing. “Fucking sonofabitch! Where are they?”
“Six feet under.”
His pinched brow deepened. “Okay, so we might have more infiltrators in our team. I want a complete sweep, and everything gets searched. Rooms, homes, pockets. I don’t give a fuck!” He barked the words, those freaky claws of his extending and retracting as he tried to get himself under control.
“Already on it. I’ve got Jay coordinating a thorough search.”
Hendrix jolted to his feet, sneering. “Goddamn cocksuckers.” He shoved the longer strands of hair out of his face and marched out of the room.
“Where are you off to?”
But he didn’t respond. Instead, he turned down the hallway toward the rear of the mansion. Of course he was pissed, and his shakedown would rattle the entire island.
My gaze shifted to the stairs, and I wondered what room Hendrix had put her in.
I climbed up directly to the third floor, where all our bedrooms were, curious to find out more. It wasn’t often that a stranger made such an impact on us, and I wanted to understand who we were dealing with.
Sniffing the air, her faint scent found me… sugary sweet with a hint of clementine, and something else I couldn’t quite pick… almost metallic. I followed it, surprised to find myself strolling right past Hendrix’s room.
In moments, I stood outside one of the spare bedrooms we mostly used for storing crap. Excitement zapped up my spine, and my mind flooded with images of me down by the pool as she arrived, of how much I hadn’t been able to get her out of my thoughts since.
I reached for the handle and found it locked. Of course he’d keep her imprisoned, which told me she wasn’t necessarily in agreement with this decision to come here.
Stretching an arm to the top frame over the door, I patted the dust until my fingers grazed the metal key.
Giving a small knock and not receiving a response, I jammed the key in, unlocked it, and opened the door slowly.
“Hope you’ve got clothes on, but even if you don’t, I’m entering.”