Storm Warning - By Kadi Dillon Page 0,8

not really giving a damn anyway, she flicked off the lights.

She grabbed the aspirin and the t-shirt she’d woke up in and strode out of the room.

“What room is he in?” she asked Billy who was talking to Joel in the hallway. She raised a brow at Billy’s wide grin.

“Two-twenty. Good morning princess.”

Ignoring him, she marched up to two-twenty and knocked on the door fervently. She folded her arms and waited for Gabe to answer and when he did, any words or accusations she could have thrown at him escaped her.

Probably due to the excessive amount of alcohol in her system the night before or the fact she’d been fuming the majority of the evening, she hadn’t realized how handsome he really was.

He leaned against the door jam and watched her study him, apparently amused by her bafflement. He was tall, even taller than Adam. His skin was bronzed with lean muscles. She knew this because he wore no shirt—because she had his shirt.

She brought her eyes to his face. His dark hair was cut short but it had a rich thickness to it giving him a rakish quality that she should have found annoying. His smoky grey eyes were looking into hers mockingly.

“Like what you see?” He crossed his arms, moving muscle over muscle.

“I believe these are yours.” She cleared her throat and shoved the shirt and aspirin in his arms.

He took them and grabbed her arm before she could walk away. Dropping the shirt and aspirin into the room, he took her chin in his fingers and turned her face, examining her bruised cheek.

“Looks a little better. Do you bruise easily?” The tips of his fingers moved slowly over her jaw line, sending little jolt of pleasure to her stomach.

“Yes,” she answered, stunned into immobility.

“Does it hurt?” The sudden tenderness in his voice jolted her out of her trance. She didn’t want to feel warmed by his touch or soothed by his compassion. She didn’t like him.

“It’s fine.” She plucked her chin out of his hand. His mouth twitched to what would have been a smile, but his eyes remained focused on hers.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, then walked back into the room to rummage through his suitcases.

“Well enough,” she answered from the door. The room wasn’t small, but it seemed tiny with him in it. She wished he would put a shirt on. Now. “Trucks are leaving at nine.” Her brows snapped together when he chuckled. “What’s funny?”

“Did you know it’s almost eleven, Tory?”

“No way. I never sleep that late.” She ran into the room and snatched up his alarm clock. “Damn.”

“You slept like a rock last night.” He finally slipped on a shirt. “But you needed it. Adam told Billy we’d push back the clock a few hours. Everyone agreed a little time wouldn’t hurt.”

“Look,” she said, straining for patience. Did he actually believe they were pals? “I understand we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. You may be under the impression that I like you. But I don’t.”

He smirked and that just grated her more. “I know exactly what you feel for me.” His gaze swept down the length of her body. “I felt it last night while we danced.”

Her cheeks heated and she clenched her fists behind her back.

“Listen,” she said between her teeth. “I feel nothing more than resentment and annoyance for you. You better remember that while you’re on your little vacation. You may also want to remember that I’m in charge and you will stay out of my way.”

“What’s really eating at you, Tory?” He closed the space between them.

“You are. This is my chase.”

“What are you chasing exactly?” He skimmed his finger down her bruised cheek.

She stiffened because she refused to shrink away. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. She pinned him with a glare, willing looks to kill.

“Storms, Mr. Wills. Surely you knew that before you weaseled your way on to my team.”

He flattened his hand on her face and brought his other hand to her back. He pulled her up against him and brought his face mere inches form hers. She held her breath.

“You’ll get a storm, Tory. You’ll get one hell of a storm before this is over.” He whispered it close, his breath sending chills throughout her entire body. “Why are you shaking?”

“I’m not.”

For the first time, Tory noticed their surroundings. Apart from the open door, the room was lowly lit, casting shadows throughout the room. It smelt purely of male. The sheets