Recluse (Wolfes of Manhattan 2)

“Sure, I do. I take what we just did in here very seriously.”

I punched his upper arm. “I’m not kidding.”

“You think I am? That was some amazing sex, silver, and you know why? Because it was forbidden. We did it in a hotel conference room without a locked door—”

“That door was unlocked?” I nearly screamed.

He smiled. “It was. It is.”

I rubbed my forehead. “Oh my God.”

“It’s no one’s business.”

“That’s just it. This is business. I came here on business. On my third day of work. And I fucked the boss’s brother in a hotel conference room. I’m history.”

“You think I’m going to rat you out?”

“Not you. The manager. Anyone who walked by this room and heard what was so obviously going on in here.”

“Like I said, it’s no one’s business. And if I know my brothers, they won’t fire you for something they both would have done in a heartbeat.”

I sighed. He was right about that. I’d been witness to one of them doing the same. Lacey could have easily been asked to leave her firm for that bout of unprofessionalism.

I respected Lacey more than anyone I knew. Never would I have expected…

I sighed again, regarding Roy. Silky strands of dark hair had come loose from his low ponytail. Sweat still beaded on his forehead.

He’d never looked sexier.

What was it about the Wolfe men?

They were gorgeous, no doubt. They were brilliant.

Yet I’d been around other gorgeous, brilliant men. I’d worked at a top Manhattan law firm, for goodness’ sake.

No one had affected me like Roy Wolfe did.

Not even my ex, who was also gorgeous and brilliant.

But he wasn’t Roy Wolfe.

No one was Roy Wolfe.

I’d made a complete spectacle of myself because I couldn’t resist Roy Wolfe.

What the hell was happening to me?

I inhaled and then exhaled slowly. Time to walk out of this room with my head held high.

I couldn’t help a laugh. Right. It would be obvious to anyone who saw us what we’d been up to. Roy looked lazily satisfied. And though I hadn’t seen myself, I was pretty sure I was glowing with a “just fucked” look.

“For God’s sake,” I finally said. “Let’s go.”After an early dinner at a local five-star eatery, Roy and I returned to the suite.

“We need to call Rock and Reid,” he said. “Let them know how everything went.”

I nodded. My belly was full. Dinner had been nice, and Roy and I had talked mostly about art. For a split second, I’d let myself forget about the real reason we were here.

All the Wolfes plus Lacey had been implicated in Derek Wolfe’s murder.

Roy got his brothers on a conference call. I went to the bathroom to take a shower. It wasn’t my place to horn in on the phone call unless I was asked to.

I showered quickly.

As much as I enjoyed our encounters, I didn’t want Roy joining me this time. Why? I couldn’t say. Yeah, I was a little embarrassed by our display earlier, but that wasn’t the reason.

I was also as attracted to him as ever.

But as he sat talking on the phone with his brothers and Lacey, something bugged me.

I was putting my job in jeopardy. If I’d been representing Wolfe Enterprises today with anyone other than one of the Wolfe brothers, I’d be fired for what I’d done.

This hadn’t been professional, and I was always professional.

Yeah, I’d asked Lacey if there was a problem with me dating Roy. I hadn’t actually asked if it was okay if I had loud sex with him in a hotel conference room. Where anyone could hear. Or walk in, because the door hadn’t been locked.

This had to stop.

And the only way it would stop was for me to stop seeing Roy.

The idea made my heart want to shatter into a thousand tiny shards. How could I give up the best sex I’d ever had with the most magnificent man I’d ever met? A man with a beautiful body and an artist’s soul to match?

Still…Roy was not without issues. He was hiding something. I felt it in the marrow of my bones.

And the way he spoke of his sister… The naked envy in his tone. I couldn’t blame him. He and his brothers had supposedly been treated terribly by their father while watching their baby sister be doted on as his favorite.

My head swung back to Leta Romero’s words earlier.

Rock had said his sister was the reason he was sent away.

But his sister had been six then!

Still… the little girl was her father’s favorite.

God, was he…? No, he couldn’t have been abusing her. Reid and Roy would surely have known.

This puzzle had so many pieces, and none of them seemed to fit together.

I finished in the shower.

How the heck was I supposed to keep my distance from Roy when we were sharing a suite?

Easy enough. I’d retire to my bedroom and lock the door. I could do it now. I was already in here.