My Cruel Lover (Wicked Poison #3) - T.L. Smith Page 0,19
work clothes, I ring and order a drink to be sent to my room while I step out onto the balcony that has access to the pool and take a seat on the lounger.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” I turn to see Jacinta standing there, her robe wrapped around her and a hesitant smile on her face. “That basket is amazing, by the way. Loved it.”
“Is what okay?”
She motions over to some of our clients.
“You said to mingle and make them happy, but is it okay that I drink with them? Is that professional?”
“Yes. Go.”
She nods, but pauses. “Do you plan to come?”
“Later. I have some calls to make first.”
“Anything you need me to do?” she asks, ever so helpful.
“No.”
She nods, drops her robe, and beneath it is a bright yellow one-piece swimsuit.
Her ass, round and perfect, is almost on full display as the back of her swimsuit only covers half her skin.
Fuck.
She’s beautiful.
More than beautiful.
And I have to remember …
… do not fuck my employee.
That would be an incredibly bad mistake.
My cock stirs as Jacinta dives into the water. I watch her, unable to take my eyes off her as she swims over to a group of our clients. But then she turns back, and there’s a wide smile on her face.
“It could be a cracker of a time if you just tried.” I freeze at her words. And then somehow, somehow, I’m back to six and a half years ago, with a woman who stole me in more than one way.
How could someone be so beautiful?
“It could be a cracker of a time if you just tried.” She was attempting to convince me to go into the abandoned house. I was not keen on stepping inside that place at all. I had heard the stories, but wherever she went, I seemed to follow.
Our relationship started with friendship first, then somewhere along the way, I realized I saw her as more than that. When I told her, when I first kissed her, she laughed in my face and told me she was glad I could finally see what she had seen all along.
That we were perfect for each other.
“Not happening. Let’s go back to the car.” I turned back, but her hand laced itself in mine, and she pulled gently enough that I turned to look at her. Her smile could light up the sky. It sure as fuck lit up mine.
“If you make it inside, I’ll let you touch my boobs.”
I look down at said boobs. “I’ve touched and tasted them before.”
She shrugged. “So you know what a prize they are then,” she sung, pulling me with her, and I went because I was a teenager and the thought of touching any part of her made my cock incredibly hard. She used that to her advantage. If her father knew what we were doing, he would probably have killed us. But that never stopped Paige. Not in the slightest.
The front door was old and broken, she pushed it a little wider so we both fitted through, and the minute we were inside, she dropped her hand from mine and started stepping back.
“I did tell you … you could touch.” The dress she wore fell to the floor. Paige was shy unless it came to me. With me, she was anything but.
Maybe it’s because she realized how much I idolized her, treasured the ground she walked on.
“I would prefer it if you touch somewhere else as well.” I almost forgot where we were.
“Someone could see us.”
“Isn’t that where all the fun is.” A sinister smile touched her lips.
“I think … I love you.”
I expect her to say it in return, but she always surprised me with her words.
“I know that, you fool. You just had to catch up.”
And I did. I caught up.
Until ...
Until I could no longer breathe.
Until she was taken.
My sweet Paige, who was anything but sweet.
I would give this all up for her to be back in my arms.
Chapter 10
Jacinta
I almost forgot what a cheap drunk I am. When they hand me my third cocktail, I have to ask for a glass of water. Turns out, everyone here can drink way more than me and still be sober.
“You came to mingle.”
I spin around to see who Adam is talking to. Beckham is shirtless and making his way toward me.
“I came to make sure none of you are a bad influence on my employee,” he jokes.
They all laugh.
When his dark eyes land on me, he glances at