Merciless Hunter (Dark Syndicate 4)

She looks at me and smiles. “Good morning.”

“Good morning. The door was open,” I say just to be on the safe side. I wouldn’t like for that to have been some mistake and I get blamed for it.

“I noticed,” she replies with a small smile.

“Where is Aiden?”

“Outside swimming.”

This is the first he’s done that to my knowledge. “Oh.”

“It’s a Sunday morning thing.”

Sunday morning. Today is one week since I first saw him at the club. Last week this time I was getting ready for the second day of the wedding show and I was nervous about what I was going to do to get close to Aiden.

Look at me now. I’m as close as close can be.

I can’t see the pool from here, but I glance out the window and wonder if I should go out to see him.

I don’t know what the hell kind of crazy has taken me but my goal to leave here hasn’t changed one bit. No matter what I feel for him and what I feel when I’m with him.

Right now, both are anomalies I can’t explain.

“You can go out and see him if you want to,” Irina says with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Okay, thanks.”

I dip my head for a curt nod and make my way outside noting that even she treated me less like a prisoner.

As I pass another two guards and neither attempt to treat me the way they did during my first few days here, it’s clear Aiden must have spoken to them.

What did he say though?

The passage leading outside is clear. There are no guards around, not like they have been when I’ve been outside.

I step out on to the terrace, and I see Aiden in the pool before I even reach the poolside.

His long arms slice through the water as he swims in long even stokes, strong and powerful.

Watching him swim is as fascinating as watching him do everything else. Every stroke he takes is with meticulous precision, almost too perfect for his ruggedness.

Carefully, I take one step at time until I’m closer to the poolside. I note the exact moment he clocks in on me approaching, although he doesn’t stop swimming straightaway.

He does a few more lengths as if he had some target he was trying to meet and then he slows and swims toward the side.

I watch him as he takes the steps out of the pool and oh my gosh, he’s naked and perfect, and now I know why there are no guards around.

My eyes automatically do a full sweep of him from head to toe, pausing at all the parts of his body which ooze perfection.

His beautifully sculpted face with those clear crystal eyes. His wide, powerfully built shoulders with all those tattoos inked into his skin.

Muscles on muscles carved into his abs and down to the fine dusting of hair lining his happy trail which guides me right to his cock that seems bigger than last time I saw it.

I see it and I remember what it feels like inside me. In the same breath I snap my gaze up to meet his curious eyes and note the wolfish grin on his handsome face.

He grabs a towel and holds it up. “Is it okay if I cover myself up? Wouldn’t want to interrupt your ogling if you’re not done yet.”

I swallow hard. “Of course, I was just… I don’t know anyone who swims naked.”