Sabine studied him, he’d gone inside his head where the hating voice lived. “Grayson?”
Her voice pulled him out. Easily.
“That’s so much better. I like the way you say my name. With your accent, and all.” Jesus, one hour with this woman and she’d worn him down. Not the way he liked to be worn down, either.
Probably because he was already on edge waiting to hear about this part. A great role in a wildly successful Netflix Original show going into its third season. The sweet spot. The part was minor for Season 3, but at the end, his character would have a breakout moment and then carry Seasons 4 and 5. The production company was top-notch, and Matthew Trainor was one of the most respected producers in the Indy production business. If Matt wouldn’t work with Gray, he was finished. Quitting.
“I’ll go put something on.” He gave Sabine a once-over, taking in her shorts and floral top with rows of elastic that sat on a taut stomach above the waistline. Her skin was the color of milk. How that was possible living in L.A., he didn’t know.
“Do ye know what’ll look good on you?” she mumbled with a smile.
“Me.” He laughed. “Very cute.”
I’m a dead man.
He headed back into the bedroom and stared at her bag of clothes sitting on his bed. Curiosity rippling through him, he opened it. That powdery scent hit him again. Fresh. Clean.
He dug into the bag. Bingo. Underneath all the sweet-smelling clothes was an envelope. Inside was cash, a lot of it. Damn, he felt tempted to grab it. Right now, he needed cash to last a few more weeks in L.A. He’d pay her back with double or triple interest.
Temptation swamped him to grab the money. If nothing else, it was a bargaining chip should something go horribly wrong between them. He exhaled, at least comforted to know she had money on her if they ran into a jam. Behind the money was a passport.
Why did the idea of her leaving the country make his stomach do flip flops? Why was she traveling with a passport? Shaking his head, he opened it.
Siobhan Elana Quinlan.
Siobhan... She was using a different name too. He liked Sabine, sounded sexy.
The faded picture washed her out, but the contours of her face were vivid. God, she was breathtaking. Tall, like him. She looked strong. What a powerhouse and he wasn’t sure if she knew it. There was more he had to find out about her for sure. He just couldn’t help himself.
He smiled at her age. Twenty-four. Six years younger than him.
She didn’t look twenty-four. There was a maturity and rock-steadiness about her. Until he showed her his dick. Then she acted young. Sweet. Innocent. Like she’d never seen a cock before. Christ, was she actually innocent? A virgin? That’d be mind-blowing. An alpha, taking that special gift.
He began to sweat, feeling a trickle down his back and into the crack of his ass.
God, he was out of his depth. He put everything back and got dressed again, but switched to a plaid button-down shirt since he sweated through the plain light blue one he had on earlier. The woman heated his body and made his blood run hot.
Over dinner, he would mentally map out the trip back east in his head. He needed to stretch out the days until he got Matt’s call.
He wasn’t under any circumstances facing his brothers without that role being his.
Sabine
“THANKS, ROX,” SABINE said and hung up after Roxy agreed to get her VW Bug and keep it in her driveway.
Next, she typed out the email she was dreading.
Dear Luke,
I’m with your brother now. He won’t get on the plane. Doesn’t want to be treated like a child.
She hoped his brother would respect that.
He wants to drive. I’m going with him. I’ll stay with him until he reaches New York.
She left off that she wouldn’t actually cross the state line.
I know our deal was to get him on your plane for me to receive the remaining nine-hundred-k. I think the several days I will have to spend on the road with your brother should cost more than that. However, I’m willing to call it even. Please confirm.
SQ
She hit SEND, held her breath, and waited for the explosive reply.