And it hits me all at once. Oh, wow. He’s pissed at me. I could almost say he’s... I lean back against Clark’s desk and grin. “Are you jealous?”
Marco grins back, only his is cruel and distorted. “I don’t get jealous, kitten. Now, shower.”
I watch him retreat to the hall that leads to his room.
The thought of Marco jealous makes me giddy. I all but run to the shower, undress and then wash myself thoroughly under the lukewarm water.
Only wrapping a towel around me, I carry my clothes and tread lightly down the hall. I don’t bother knocking when I reach Marco’s room. I open the door and quickly slip inside.
I’m greeted by darkness.
A light by the bed turns on, illuminating the room in soft light. When I look to the bed, I have to fight not to swallow my tongue. Marco lies on the bed, arms behind his head, half-covered in only a sheet. His bare torso and legs make my mouth water. I shuffle towards the bed, and when I hit his side, I drop my clothes to the floor and climb over him. Still in my moist towel, I lay on him, wrapping my arms around him. I close my eyes and hope for the best.
Hesitantly, his arms come around me. He holds me tight. Almost too tight. But I love it. My eyes start to feel heavy. My breathing steadies. The lamp light disappears, and Marco runs his fingertips over my back.
Just as I’m about to fall asleep, he kisses my temple. Silence. Then, in a near whisper, “I was jealous.”
I fall asleep with a stupid grin on my face, holding him tightly.
Chapter Nineteen
I wake to soft lips on my cheek. My eyes flutter open to see a smiling Marco standing over me, already dressed for the day. “I have work to do, but you can stay here and sleep if you want.”
Blinking through my fog, I sit up in his bed. “No, I’ll get out of here. Just give me a sec.”
He checks his watch. “Listen, I don’t have the time to wait. Just lock the door from the inside and close it when you leave.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He leans down to me and captures my lips in a slow, needy kiss. I moan into his mouth and he curses, “Fuck. We’ll have to continue this later, honey.”
I like it when he calls me honey.
Kissing me once more, he heads out, leaving me with a wink.
So gorgeous.
The man is magically delicious.
Still groggy from the night before, I quickly gather my clothes from the floor beside the bed and start to dress. But I can’t find my panties.
I look around the bed and behind the frame, but I can’t see them. Under the bed seems most likely, so I fall to my knees with a groan and shove my hand under, feeling around.
It’s too early for this shit.
I don’t feel a thing. Confused, I look everywhere around the room, but come up empty. They have to be somewhere, dammit. Under the bed still seems like the go-to place for missing panties, so I get back on my knees, and this time, I shove my head under the bed.
Aha!
I see them. Pretty far under, but I think I can reach them. I grab hold of them and pull them out, but something comes with them. I quickly dress in my panties and eye the small black wallet.
I should put it back.
Yes. You should.
I’ll just put it back. After I look inside.
I open the wallet and look inside. Blinking, I flip it closed. Then open it again and read. My brows knot.
This can’t be right.
Unable to stand at the moment, I sit on the edge of the bed. Once more, I flip open the wallet and read. I read until the letters and number blur together. I read until my eyes water. I read until rage singes my insides.
Finally, I drop the hand holding the wallet by my side and stare into nothingness.
“I’ll fucking kill him.”
End of Act One