Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I’d left the safety of Seth’s arms to act as bait, but the sound of the ocean truly was soothing. Maybe I could buy us a beach house—not in Miami, but someplace more secluded. My family owned an estate in Barbados and it was gorgeous. Would Seth enjoy that?
Lost in my fantasies of how Seth would feel about making love to me on our own private beach, I never realized I was no longer alone until it was too late. The sound of a gun cocking and then being shoved against my head let me know that our man had taken my bait. Now, hopefully, Landon’s men were reporting the news that I’d made contact and Seth was already on the elevator, charging to my rescue.
“Well, well. I would have thought you’d be exhausted after how long you just allowed that man to defile your body.” A very familiar voice spat at me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and alarms sounded in my head. First of all, I suddenly remembered that Landon’s men weren’t watching us tonight—they were going through the security tapes. Secondly, I knew that voice.
Slowly, I raised my hands into the air, trying not to look aggressive, and turned to face my abductor. My eyes met the strangely colored violet orbs that belonged to someone I considered to be on our team. “Javier? Why?” I asked, not understanding.
He swung his arm back and punched my jaw with a serious left hook. “Don’t dare call me that! You’re nothing but a sinful sodomite. You don’t deserve to say my name!”
Worried about what this new fact meant to our assignment, I wrapped my hand around my watch, and squeezed tightly. It was the last thing I remembered.
Chapter 11
Seth
I was so content in my comfy sexual cocoon, my mind begged me to ignore the screeching of my cell. I didn’t want to wake up. A part of me feared what had just happened was nothing more than a dream…my biggest fantasy actually coming true…and being even better than the fantasy. Seconds later, my brain registered it was my 911 ring from Landon. I jerked awake and wildly reached for the phone, trying to be careful and not disturb Baker.
At the same time I answered the call, I realized I was alone in the bed. His scent lingered, but Baker was nowhere to be seen. Coldness washed over me.
“What’s happened?” I demanded.
“Calm down, Seth. I’ve sent Baker down to the beach…as bait. There’s been a flurry of movement from the apartment across the way. Try to be as discreet as possible, but you need to throw on some clothes and head for the beach. Before you panic or threaten to take my head off, he’s only about ten minutes ahead of you. He’s perfectly safe. Now, get moving,” Landon ordered.
Baker went to the beach? Without me? What the fuck had he been thinking?
“Fuck! Okay, forget discreet, Seth. I need you to start moving. Now!”
I was moving within seconds, hopping clumsily as I forced my legs into the jeans I’d stripped off earlier. Baker was in danger. My heart felt…wrong. As I ran toward the door, I screamed, “What in the hell were you thinking, Landon? You sent him down there alone?” My heart thundered like a racehorse as I punched the button to send the elevator to our floor. If anything happened to Baker…
“He’s activated the alarm on his watch, so we have GPS activated. Where are you, Seth? We have time, but I don’t want to take any chances. I need you and the rest of the men on site as quickly as possible.”
Landon was being so fucking calm, and it was quickly pissing me off. If I understood him correctly, Baker was in the very hands of danger while I’d been in fucking bed!
I punched the elevator button again, and screamed into the phone, “Are you telling me they have Baker and you’re on the fucking telephone with me, sounding all calm and shit? If something happens to him, Landon….”
“Agent Wilkinson! Get your game face on and do your fucking job! You’re the professional here, Baker’s the rookie. Yet, he’s doing his job, just the way we planned it, and you’re falling to pieces on me.” His voice softened. “Fuck, I knew this would happen the second I laid eyes on him. He’s your walking wet dream. I get it. You’ve fallen for him.”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” I growled furiously. “Send the coordinates to my phone.” I hand-patted the weapon in my shoulder holster. . “How many men do I have with me and how many are already on site?” What was wrong with the goddamned elevator? No sooner had I’d asked myself that question when I noticed a red message flashing across the elevator panel. Out of order. That wasn’t fucking possible!