Giorgio (Vigilance #1) - Silvia Violet Page 0,31

go sleep in a chair. As soon as it’s daylight, I’ll call my boss and try again to get someone else out here to protect you.”

Lane didn’t just look disappointed then, he looked hurt. I hated myself for doing that to him after he’d given himself to me so freely. I wanted to pull him into my arms and comfort him. I wanted to tell him he was mine and I would protect him. Instead, I walked away.

10

Lane

After Giorgio left the bedroom, I lay staring at the ceiling as his cum dried on me. Tears stung my eyes. I fought them, refusing to cry over a man who’d told me there wouldn’t be anything else between us.

I made myself get up and shower to wash Giorgio’s scent off me. If only it were that easy to rid myself of him. He’d gotten inside me in more ways than one. I wasn’t going to stop wanting him, not even when he was an asshole.

I might not be the type of man he expected to be attracted to, but he wanted me. I understood it was against the rules, and he didn’t want to put his job at risk, but no one was going to know, not when we were in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

The thing that really pissed me off was that he’d initiated it. I’d only intended to help him get to sleep.

You knew touching him was playing with fire, and you wanted to get burned.

I had, but if he’d told me no, I would’ve turned over and left him alone. I wouldn’t have pushed him when he was vulnerable like that.

He’d looked so scared when he’d first woken up. I’d truly wanted to comfort him.

What had he dreamed about? Something that had gone wrong on an assignment or something that happened before he was a bodyguard—or whatever the hell he really was? I had no doubt he’d put himself in danger again and again. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to brag that he never missed a shot.

Whatever it had been, I wasn’t likely to find out.

I doubted I’d sleep anymore. In the morning, once there was enough light in this sad excuse for a cabin, I was going to work on my art and fucking ignore Giorgio until he left.

Like I could really do that.

I slept fitfully for the rest of the night, finally falling into a restless sleep near dawn. When I woke again, the sun was shining brightly in my window. I was disoriented at first, thinking I was in my apartment in town.

Then I remembered the events of the day before. If I hadn’t already recalled what had happened after Giorgio’s nightmare, I sure as hell would have known when I sat up. My ass was going to feel it all day. A part of me I didn’t like very much right at the moment relished that.

I’d put my sleep pants back on after my shower, not wanting to be naked if I needed to leave the room again. Moving as quietly as I could, I stepped out of the bedroom.

“I’m in the kitchen,” Giorgio called before I’d even set foot in the hall.

“How did you hear me?” I’d been absolutely silent.

“Practice,” he said.

I was going to have to face him sooner or later, so I might as well get it over with. My stomach growled as if in agreement.

He turned toward me when I entered the kitchen. “I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to wake up.”

It wasn’t even nine o’clock. “I thought you were leaving.”

“My boss vetoed that plan. Again.”

And I’d apparently forgotten my plan to ignore him. My eyes skimmed over his shirtless form. Fuck, I still wanted him.

I expected him to be smirking at me when my gaze returned to his face. Instead, he wore the perfectly neutral expression he’d worn when my mother and I had met with him.

I brushed past him, got a mug from the cabinet, and filled it with coffee he must have made earlier.

I knew I should thank him for leaving me some, but I didn’t say a word. I just opened the fridge and looked for creamer. There didn’t seem to be any. If I had to start this day without decent coffee, I wasn’t going to make it.

“I want the car keys so I can go get some real coffee.”

I frowned and looked at my mug. “That coffee is perfectly real, princess.”

“There’s no creamer. Is there even sugar?”

“Not unless