“Who was mugged? I’m going to need to make a report.”
“In the morning. With this storm, no need to be out. She’s safe and in my protection.” He doesn’t second guess me because I give him that tone that I normally don’t use—at least not until Cassandra.
“Well, make sure she cancels her cards.”
“I told her we should wait until we give them a shot to use them. I’ll make sure she doesn’t have to worry about the charges.” Because she’s going to be my wife and never have to worry about money again.
“That’s smart. See me first thing in the morning. We can’t have muggings become a habit.”
“Will do. Take care.”
“Same to you, Jamison.” I end the call and go looking for Cassandra.
Chapter Three
Cassandra
Holy hell. This man is sexy and magnetic, and I can’t seem to resist the pull. I’m not sure what’s going on, except that I want him to take me to bed. I can still feel his kiss on my lips and the light tap on my ass as I power up my phone.
The second the phone is fully on, it pings with tons of notifications from my mother and from Charles. I read through his text messages, which are getting more and more frantic with each one. I roll my eyes and shoot a message to them. I’m fine. Talk to you tomorrow. It’s been a long and rough day, but I’m safe and warm. Then I power my phone back down because I don’t want to talk to them at all.
My time is better spent with Jamison, staring at his gorgeous face, tall athletic frame, warm, soft light brown eyes. His scruff makes my fingers itch to touch it.
Jamison returns to the living room, looking like a predator hunting his prey. “Everything okay, Cassandra?” He cups my cheeks and stares into my eyes, trying to read me.
So far I’ve been putty in his hands, letting him kiss me, and I’m wearing his clothes. Goodness, he smells so good. I shrug out of his grasp because I can’t think when he touches me. “I suppose. I just sent a text to my family to let them know I’m safe. How did it go with the chief?”
“We’ll go there in the morning to give a report.”
“Good, good,” I mutter, thinking about all the trouble I’m causing this man. I should be relaxing on the beach reading my books and drinking a pink drink, but being here with Jamison isn’t that bad of an exchange.
“Let’s have a seat and talk. I’m thirty-two, I have no siblings, and an uber-eager mother wanting grandbabies,” he says without taking a breath.
“I’m twenty-two, a stepbrother—and my mother wants me to marry him.”
A dark look comes over his visage as he takes my hand, running his thumb over my wrist. He has to know that my pulse is racing. “Apparently I have some competition.”
I blush and duck my head, trying to hide how shocked I am that I have this man’s attention. “I’m not interested in him.”
“So you’re interested in me?” he asks, quirking up the side of his mouth, making him even more attractive than before.
“Well, I did let you kiss me. I don’t let strangers just kiss me.”
“That’s good, because I’d have to kill them for tasting your soft lips. They belong to me now.” Goodness, I don’t know if I should try to push back, or hop in his lap. I’ve never had this intense need to be with someone. I’m a twenty-two-year-old virgin. It’s not like I haven’t seen hot men or gone on dates, but he’s on a whole new level. My ovaries are shouting that they’re ready to have his babies.
I bite my lip, trying to control my growing lust, but his words and sensuous stare aren’t helping. “Um…I need to use the bathroom.”
He leads me back to his bedroom. I’m sure as fuck that he has another bathroom in here, so people don’t go in and out of his room. “Please, just through there.”
Suddenly, a rush of embarrassment hits me as I enter the bathroom, so I lock the door. What if he can hear me pee? I turn on the water and the vent before going. After I’m done, I leave the room and hear him on the phone in the living room. “Yeah, get me everything you have. I’m not kidding because I’m going to kill him if that’s the case.”
He’s going to kill someone? Is he a mobster? A bad guy? Do I care? Honestly, I’m not sure and that scares and intrigues me a bit. I walk into the living room, and the rage on his face disappears up in smoke as soon as his eyes land on me.
“Marco, I have to go.” He drops his phone onto the sofa, and that’s when I notice my phone’s still charging.