Now I’d swiveled my chair to face the dark windows, the haze of lights of Denver not far away. The fact was we were in Denver, just a lost, abandoned part of it that. Once the developers cottoned on, it would probably be made into lofts and trendy restaurants.
I had both my heels up on the seat of my chair, both my arms wrapped around my calves and I’d dropped my chin to my knees.
I stared out the windows realizing I had a foul-mouthed, gold digger Mom who didn’t care one bit about me. I had a shot up living room and a sister in serious trouble. I had a reputation as a sexual plaything. I was living with the man whose sexual plaything I had the reputation of being. I had a biker out there somewhere who had the way wrong idea about me. And, even with all that going down, it seemed I was living a daydream.
How the f**k did all that happen?
I heard a noise and turned my head to the door to see Hawk striding in, all masculine grace, body at his command.
Mm. Yum.
He walked, I watched and did a full body scan.
Well, today’s good news, Hawk was home and he wasn’t riddled with bullets, bleeding from stab wounds, scored by shrapnel or missing a limb due to an explosion.
“Hey,” he said when he made it to the kitchen and kept coming at me.
“Hey,” I replied, watching him coming at me, my chin to my knees, my brain processing that I was enjoying the show.
He rounded the desk and approached me from behind and he did this so he could bend in and touch his lips, then tongue, to the skin behind my ear.
Mm. Yum.
His mouth stayed there to say, “Baby, there a reason you’re in a protective ball again?”
“I sit like this a lot,” I told him.
“Yeah?” His lips went away and he swiveled my chair to face him as he crouched in front of me. “Why?”
“It’s comfortable.”
He studied me a second, his eyes scanning my face.
Then he asked, “So this doesn’t have to do with your Mom showin’ up outta the blue and causin’ a scene?”
Hmm. Maybe it partly had to do with that.
I decided not to reply.
Then suddenly he stood, plucked me straight out of the chair and turned on his boot to walk through the warehouse while carrying me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, sliding my arms around his shoulders.
“Showing you comfortable,” he answered.
Oh boy, I had a feeling I knew where this was going.
“I need to save my work,” I told him.
“You can save it later,” he told me and kept walking.
“Hawk, seriously, what if there’s a power outage?”
“Then you should have saved it before you curled up, Sweet Pea,” he replied.
He made it to the seating area, sat in a recliner, reached down to the lever and then we were jerked back flat with me on top of him.
Okay, maybe I didn’t know where this was going.