Money Man (King Maker 1)

My mood soured some.

He tipped up my chin. “Don’t worry, lass. You’ll see the world.”

It was the perfect moment for him to kiss me. When he didn’t, I rolled off the bed to hide my disappointment.

“Can I use your bathroom?” I asked as he stared at me.

I resisted the urge to cover myself. No shame. He’d already seen all of me. I walked in my garter and heels to the place he pointed and shut myself inside as his cum began its slow descent from the force of gravity.

Why wouldn’t he kiss me? It didn’t make sense. I cupped my hand to my mouth to check my breath, but it wasn’t me. I wanted to turn back around and ask him right away. But he’d given me so much in a short period of time, I could wait a little longer to probe him more.

Unsure of protocol, I turned on the shower to think it through while I cleaned up. Should I leave? The last time I dated a man was Scott. I’d been living in a college dorm, and that had set the rules on how long he could stay.

I sat on the edge of a large tub as I took off my heels and thigh-highs, removing my garter last. I stared in the large mirror before stepping into the large glass shower. Jets hit me at all angles, from the top and several in the front. I squirted shampoo from a bottle onto my hands and lathered my hair. That was when I heard the door open.

He said nothing, coming in and placing warm soapy hands on me. He worked at washing my body as I rinsed my hair. When his hands slipped between my legs, embers of desire were stoked into flames.

“I need to be inside you again.”

He’d just lifted me off my feet when a female voice rang out, calling his name.

We both froze.

Twenty-Seven

Slowly, he set me down, haunted eyes on mine. He didn’t say a word. Just exited and wrapped a towel around his waist. I was left to wonder who it was.

If it was nobody, wouldn’t he have said something?

Fresh tears sprang from my eyes as my head went for the worst possible options. I turned off the shower and grabbed another convenient towel to cover myself. Two towels, Bailey. What do you think that means?

I crept to the door and opened it a crack. Over the railing and down into the living room, my gaze found the intruders: a woman and someone else.

Kalen stood before them in jogging pants and a tee shirt wet from the shower. The woman didn’t move as she listened to words I couldn’t hear. But it was the sweet-faced boy with dark hair, a spitting image of his father, who caught my entire attention. Especially when Kalen scooped him up.

I lost my breath and moved back to the bathroom to gather my things. Then I searched for my purse. I didn’t remember dropping it anywhere. I ended up finding it on the floor in the bedroom. Silently as I could, I took the steps two at a time. The living room was empty when I entered and I made a mad dash to the elevator, reaching for my dress and coat before jabbing at the call button.

It arrived silently just as I had my dress zipped halfway up. Kalen was nowhere to be found. I got in the elevator and found only one button and it was marked L. I was grateful for that and quickly pushed it, praying Kalen wouldn’t emerge from a hidden doorway, catching me on the run. I worried with his security I would need him to leave. I pulled on my coat and ran a hand through my wet hair.

As expected, I ended up on the ground floor. The doorman was there opening the door on the frigid night. My damp hair would end up being the death of me if my mother were to be believed.

“Miss, do you need a cab?”

I nodded, not having the willpower to pull up my phone for other options. I took the chance of catching a cold, or worse pneumonia, and stepped out behind him. He blew a whistle and waved a hand, and one arrived within moments. I shivered as I rattled off my address and tried to regain my warmth. My head spun with what I’d seen.

How could I be so stupid? Did I have “gullible” written on my forehead? Was this punishment for leaving Turner? Karma was a bitch.

With unsteady fingers, I brought up Lizzy’s phone number and dialed. It rang and rang with no answer. It wasn’t terribly late. She was probably still out with Hans.

After I arrived and paid the cabbie, I turned off my phone. Kalen hadn’t called, and I wasn’t sure why it bothered me more than anything else that had happened. I guess I’d hoped he would have had some excuse to explain the unexplainable.