Sold To The Hitman (Men of Ruthless Corp)

Blue nods. “I’m sure we can. Maybe we should get a good night’s sleep and start first thing in the morning?”

I peek over at the navy sofa covered in daisy print pillows. “I guess I’ll take the couch?”

“You would guess right,” she says with a wink, gliding across the tiled floor, past the kitchen. She disappears for a few minutes and comes back with a blanket and pillow. “You’ll love this faux fur blanket.” She spreads it out on the cushions with a whoosh, and tucks it in, giving me a prime view of her delectable ass. “Got it on sale at QVC. It was a steal.”

Her chatter makes me grin. “Thanks.”

“You shouldn’t fall asleep or use any electronics. Concussions are a big deal.”

I rub my head, feeling the bump there. “Yeah, I know.”

Once she’s gone to bed, I make a call to Rogue, filling him in on everything. I know I shouldn’t go to sleep just yet, in case I really do have a concussion, so I stare out at the vast woods outside her home. It really is quite peaceful.

I think about the woman I just met tonight. Behind my eyelids is a vision of long brown hair flowing in the wind when I took her outside. A few strands swept across the porcelain skin of her face and I wanted to brush it behind her ear like I’ve seen done in movies when the hero saves the girl.

I roll over and plump the pillow, unable to get her out of my mind. Her eyes are possibly her best feature. Sky blue like a cloudless day. She’s the type of woman when you see her, you keep staring just to take it all in, just to keep your breath from escaping your lungs too fast.

She’s the type of woman you can’t wait to get home to every day. The kind you don’t like leaving.

I toss and turn, trying my best to stop thinking about Blue and everything she has to offer.

Opposites attract, I guess. Blue is a morning person, and I’m definitely not, even more so because she woke me up every few hours to make sure I wasn’t in a coma. I jolt when she kicks the side of the couch.

“Time to get up. We have bad guys to catch.” She’s bright and chipper, and I cover my eyes against the rays of sun pouring in from all the glass.

“Go away.”

“Oh, no you don’t. It’s time to get to work. Isn’t this how you get things done?”

I groan louder.

“Well, sorry, I guess hitmen only work at night? In the shadows?”

I pop one eye open, staring at her.

She lifts her arms, palms facing me, like she’s surrendering. “Ok, ok. I guess hitmen don’t like to be bothered in the mornings. I’ll make a note of it, in case I ever cross any other’s path.”

I think about the brothers I work with at Ruthless Corp. “You’ll never meet another hitman.”

Blue’s eyes fill with questions. “I won’t? Why not?”

“Hitmen just don’t go places. They don’t go to bars and meet pretty girls.”

“They just buy them?”

I sit up, removing the blanket she gave me to use last night from my body. “You sure ask a lot of questions for this early in the morning.”

She rolls her eyes. “Want some coffee?”

My ears perk at the mention of a nice hot cup of joe. “Yes, now that sounds great.”

“Wonderful. I have a Keurig, so you can have any flavor you prefer. I have caramel mocha, creme brulee,” she taps on her fingers as she names each flavor, “pumpkin spice, glazed donut, hazel—"

“Do you have any coffee-flavored coffee?” I interrupt.

She laughs, and it’s the cutest sound. It lilts and sails in the air, making my heart thump. “Of course, I do, silly.” She praddles off into the kitchen, and I’m not ashamed that I check out the sway of her hips as she saunters away.

I follow her into the kitchen. “I need to get home and tend to some things there.”

Blue’s gaze catches mine, one brow raising. “Ok, I can take you to your place and you can pick up some clothes and manly items.”

“What are you talking about?” I prop against the counter.

“Well, I figured you’d stay here until we catch this guy.”

“I will?”

Blue diverts her attention back to the cupboard and searches around in it, rising on her tiptoes. “Actually,” she says as she whirls around to face me, “it looks like I don’t have any coffee-flavored coffee.” Her eyes sparkle as she smiles, and I’d much rather have that than coffee.

“I’ll just take whatever you’re having.”

She pulls down two red mugs from a cabinet. “Chocolate mocha it is then.”

“Now, why do I need to stay here?”

“Well, honestly, I’m kind of afraid after last night I may have blown my cover.”

My muscles tighten at the notion of Blue in trouble. “Then you can stay with me. I need to stick around at my place anyway.”