"Ain't?"
He turned the key in the door and pushed it open. Blinking slowly at me as if I were stupid for pointing it out. He ducked his head and took his glasses off. Dropping them into his palm.
Oh, my God. He took them off! I was hoping a red cape might unravel from his back. That seemed just as likely to me as him ever taking those stupid things off.
"Why are you here?" He asked again.
"You mentioned I should just take the money from my savings."
"Seems wise to me." He crossed the room and ducked into a side room.
Bedroom probably.
But my eyes were drawn to the room around me. Weights were hung on shelves near the door. The floor was barren except for a small rug outside the door he'd went in and one further down a short hallway.
Bathroom. I guessed.
Everything was monochrome. Neat and tidy.
Like being in the mind of a serial killer. My eyes widened and I stared at his doorway. Wondering if I should run while I could.
If he came out of that room squeezing a spurting needle, I was out.
I'd scream deuces and run straight to Logan's. I decided.
But when Porter emerged he was shirtless. Pulling on a black button up as fast as he stepped from the doorway. But not before I got a delicious glimpse of shining tan flesh covered in chest tattoos including a cross necklace. His shoulders each had dark designs I didn't get to inspect before they were covered.
I couldn't help that my greedy eyes set on a ridged abdomen that looked like it had been carved into stone by the hands of Aphrodite.
Jesus...Where was he hiding those?
They disappeared beneath a dark belt cinching the narrow waist of some dark tactical pants with extra pockets along the sides. He twisted toward a high shelf next to his room. Giving those fine abs a nice little flex as he moved.
I had to blink in shock to see if I was really seeing the same man.
He pulled down a small flashlight he dropped in his pocket. Handcuffs went into the other one.
Porter owns a pair of handcuffs? I was stunned.
And now incredibly curious.
Teresa would piss herself to climb over the desk if she knew that.
Lastly he pulled down a gun, dropping the magazine into his palm before he glided back the slide and inspected the chamber. Quickly releasing the slide and slapping the magazine back in he stuck it in a holster on his left hip.
He's left handed.
How did I not know that?
Better question. Why did I care now?
Because this, whatever this was, was hot.
Like scald the roots of my hair hot.
"Porter?"
"Yeah?" He glanced at me.
And without his glasses his eyes were vicious green. Like the skin of a lizard. Striking straight through me.
His perfectly manicured hair wasn't as dark as I thought.
There was more red in the rust color now that it was loose from him changing, with a thick piece curling over one corner of his forehead, wildly.
He buttoned his shirt quickly and shoved the bottom in his pants before rolling both sleeves up his elbows. Revealing an interesting design on one forearm. A strange tribal that seemed strikingly familiar.
Where have I seen one like that before?
One the other side was a small bulldog. My dad had, had one like that.
A marine bulldog?
"You're staring, Love." He remarked without looking up.
"Who the fuck are you?" I blinked. Wondering if I should creep past him and see if Porter was still in his room and this was some weird twin.
That I wanted to do dirty, dirty, things to.
Anywhere.
I shook my head. Stunned at my own idiotic thoughts. Since when did Porter make me stupid.
"Same man you were mocking a few hours ago."
"Didn't think you noticed." I remarked.
His brow indented. "Why? Think I'm stupid."
My head turned slowly to inspect the immaculate apartment.
Clearly not.
This was an everything in it's place kinda studio apartment. That depicted organization, control, intelligence.
I knew in that moment, unequivocably, that all that time I'd thought I was so clever, sneaking my skimming of the Meridian past him, I'd been very wrong.
He knew the whole time.
I looked back at him.
A man like this doesn't miss a thing.
That made my mouth dry and my heart drop.
So why was he saying something now?
"You going to get to the point, Love. Or just keep staring at me like a dog in heat?"
I gave him an appalled look.
"I'm not a dog!"
He blinked slowly. "You're not deny-"
"Not that either!" I cut him off before he dared finish that sentence. "You said you'd cover the gap with your savings."
"I did." He nodded.
"You said that, like you have a lot of it."
"Enough."
"Loan me some." I blurted.
His eyes went hooded and for one heart-stopping moment I thought he'd tell me to pound sand.
"What makes you think I don't have my own things to spend it on?"
"You're you." I gestured to him.
Porter was a homebody, shy, unsocial... I stopped those thoughts because I was less sure about them now. What could he possibly spend it on.
"Meaning what?" He crossed sinewed forearms over his chest. Making the muscles under shirt bulge.
"You always work late, you care too much about being innocuous, you have no social skills. You clearly don't have much of a life."
He tipped his head back and laughed at that. Revealing perfect, square teeth.
Teeth which I couldn't recall ever seeing before.
Did he ever smile at Chase & Walker?
Nope. Don't think so. I decided.
"You know so much about me, do ya Love?"
Love?
What was with that? And why did it sound so natural on his lips. It should sound weird and awkward.
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Because you're adorable when you want something. I rather enjoy it."
Enjoy what? Watching me beg? That made my brown eyes snap with fury."Do you know who you're talking to?" I hissed."Careful pup, don't bite." He closed in on me to tower over me. "Hounds in heat shouldn't antagonize the big dog."I glared up at him. Catching that woodsy cologne again. And for some reason it was disorienting me now, combined with the rest of him. My eyes roved down over his frame, knowing now that he was wound with muscle and coated in sexy tattoos."So, which am I?" I challenged. "A pup or the bitch in heat?"He dropped his face to me. "You tell me."I reared back. That'd sounded perilously close to a come on. From Porter?Okay, clearly, he's not at all who I thought he was."I'm your boss!""Not here you're not." He took another predatory step toward me, forcing me to retreat before he stepped on my foot. He chased my movements. "Here you're a small woman alone in the apartment of a man you hardly know. Asking him for favors when you never know what you're going to
“Porter?”“Kane.” He corrected.“Yes.”“Say it.” He taunted.“I will.” I evaded. Why did it seem so weird to think of him by his first name?Because all of this is weird.“Are you going to loan me the money?” My head dropped back against the seat, bunching my blonde hair around my face as I peered at him.“You haven’t told me what I’m getting out of it.”“What do you want?” I tossed my hands. “A great appraisal this year?”He laughed outright. A deep, barking, masculine sound that immediately told me that something so menial mattered very little to this version of Porter.“I take it that’s a no.” I said sullenly.“It’s a no to that. Sell me something, Boss Lady. Thought you were good at this.”“Are you saying you want me to fuck you?” I hissed in annoyance.His head whipped to me. “First of all, if we did, it would absolutely be me fucking you. And secondly, no. I don’t exchange favors for sex. I can get that for free.”I was stunned to silence. Giving him a long look as I realized th
I opened my mouth with questions, but he suddenly leaned over me. Delving his hand under my seat, so deeply that his cheek nearly pressed against my knee cap. Hovering less than an inch above it. I thought he might turn my head and try to see up my skirt, but he didn’t. He continued looking at the dash while he gripped something and pulled it out.I’d shifted my knee away from him and watched stunned as he pulled out a giant bit of elastic attached to a springy, circular, frame.He shifted and climbed out of the car.I followed his lead and got out. Watching him in confusion as he locked it and pocketed the keys before tossing open a broad ring and catching it under the front of his car before unfolding it over the hood and roof, before pulling it down the back. Completely shielding the car.“What is this?”“Car cover.” He said dismissively. Turning away from it. “Less tempting to do something shitty to it when it’s covered.”I guessed that was likely true.He aimed toward the front d
“Then why?” I probed. Still wanting to find the real reason he was trying to get me under his roof. “I find it hard to believe it’s just my company you’re yearning for.”He seems like he can barely tolerate me most days.“Told you. Like the presence of a woman.” He went back to scanning the room with those alert eyes. “The smell of woman shampoo conditioners, candles, the general vibrant softness that she brings to a room. Things are better when one is around.”That was a horribly intimate thing to say.“I’ve never heard a man talk like that.”“How many do you know that were raised, with all brothers, by their father?” He tugged at the cuff of one sleeve pulling his jacket off and setting free some wide shoulders as he meticulously plucked the collar to find a center line and folded it. Setting it on the benched seat next to him.“No mom?”He returned his attention to me. “That’s a tale for another day, Punkin’.”Punkin’ means he’s being disdainful. I noticed.I eyed him skeptically.
I was staring at ‘Kane’ Porter in disbelief when he turned around and met my gaze.“What?”“Who are you?” I said with far more emphasis then all the times, before.He frowned. Opening his mouth to answer the brunette with the short bob stepped in-front of him again. Blocking my view of him save his nose and eyes towering over her.He’s tall. I never really noticed before.I, apparently, didn’t notice an awful lot.“We need to talk.” The skinny brunette said. Putting a hand on her hip.“I don’t think so.” He shook his head. “I think we’ve done quite enough of that.”“Kane…” She said coaxingly.“No.” He told her. Stepping around her and aiming straight for me.I gave him a stunned look since he didn’t appear to be walking toward me but at me.He was.As soon as he got to me he put his hands on my hips and tugged me forcefully against him. Making my eyes bulge. He leaned down near my ear and whispered. “Put your arms around my neck.”I stared at him.He swept up one of my arms and tossed
“Fine, Porter.” I said bitterly.“As in, yes?”“Yes.”“Good.”“I’ll move $20,000 to the account to the Meridian tonight.”“What about another $5,000?” I said meekly. Hating asking but knowing I needed it for mom’s surgery.He set the glass down on the table. “Soon as you’re done moving in tomorrow.”“Tomorrow?” I squawked.He nodded. Confirming. “Tomorrow.”“That’s not even possible.”“It is. I’ll help you.”“How are you going to do that? Load boxes in your Spider?”“I’ll borrow my brother’s truck. And my brothers.”“Porter…”“Kane.”“Porter…” I said warily.“Stop stalling, Love. Give up the game. I got you.”He’s right.I’ve no choice. I was going to move in with him. What did I think I was going to do? Get the money and stall him?Looking at Porter’s hard features and the way he was commanding this club. Running it like a force of nature, I was quite sure that ‘accidentally’ forgetting to move in would never work.He’d probably toss me over his shoulder screaming.“This is partly be
Before I’d even fully dressed, I could hear the movers he’d brought with him lifting side tables and odds and ends.Porter knocked and I told him I was dressed.He cracked the door and saw I was before pushing it open.“Why’d you check?” I asked affronted. “You thought I’d be laying in here waiting for you?”“A man can hope. It’s been a minute.” He said.Making me flush that he’d beaten me at my own game. “I doubt a very long minute.”“That’s a matter of perspective.” He shrugged. Inspecting my most intimate domain. “You want this side table.”“It’s a bedstand.” I corrected.“What’s the difference?”I have no idea!“Huge difference.” I said aloud, contrary to my inner thoughts. I crossed my arms over a loose t-shirt. Which I’d opted to throw over some frayed white jean shorts.“If you say so. You want it?”“Will I have somewhere to put it?”“I was going to put you in my room, and I was going to take the couch. So, whatever you want.”“No!” I cried. My arms dropping to my sides. “I’m n
It was around 9:00 a.m. when my phone dinged.I lifted it, head already tucked on my shoulders like a beaten pup. Knowing who was sending me a message.The same man that wore my bra as a hand towel.I lifted it and saw I had, at some point, listed him in my phone as ‘Oversight’.Because it’s his job position.Now I was thinking every interaction I’d had with the man had been an ‘Oversight.’And he knows my darkest secret.Though he was helping me cover the account now.And prepared to loan me the money to cover mom’s surgery today. Which was scheduled for 1:00 p.m.If I let him transfer that money and take that loan, I owe him.He’s going to want more than a woman taking over his apartment. And as his boss, I was setting myself up for a lifetime of blackmail.Not good. I swallowed hard.I don’t have a choice. I had to answer.I clicked the button and tentatively lifted the phone to my ear, sitting on the edge of my bed sorrowfully, I chewed my thumbnail as I muttered hello.“Don’t sou