Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Wasn’t it?
“Hey, I thought you might like this better. Wanna play?” She stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile, her hair falling like a waterfall around her shoulders.
She was one gorgeous woman, and sure enough his dick throbbed to life. He stood up, unsure how to deal with her. “Has Riley texted you?”
“Riley?” She shook her head suddenly. “Of course. He said everything’s perfectly fine at the club, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
That was when he noticed it. He stepped in closer. The words that came out of her mouth confused him, but the sight of her scar made his heart pound.
“Josh? Are you all right?”
They were alone. The job was over. All she had to say was yes or no. Even if someone was listening in, it wouldn’t have mattered because they wouldn’t have known who Riley was. Why mention the club unless the woman in front of him thought that’s where he was? He could have overlooked that but his eyes weren’t lying.
Such a small thing to miss. He put his hands on her shoulders, his eyes on that scar above her right breast. He loved her scars, loved lavishing them with affection the way she did his. She would kiss them and rub her cheek there as though thanking the scar for saving the man. He’d been a good pupil, learning from her easy affection. He’d kissed that candy cane shaped scar a hundred times.
“Josh?” This time he could hear the edge of anxiety in her voice.
If she was who he thought she was, he needed to keep her calm. “You know I can’t resist this body, baby. I love it when you get naked for me.”
His Kayla would have waited for him to ask her to take her clothes off if play was what she wanted.
He traced the scar with his finger. Of course his Kayla’s scar curved to the left, not the right. Whoever had carved this scar into this woman’s skin must have been looking at a photograph. How well had she rehearsed this role? Would she be able to properly improvise when needed? “My Little Miss Muffett.”
The woman who was calling herself Kay laughed, a sound that was off to his ears. “That’s me. I know which tuffet I’m sitting on tonight.”
Not the right answer. His stomach threatened to roll. His Kay insisted the staff-like scar was a scythe because she was never less than a badass. His Kay would never be this aggressive when she was naked and asking to play. His Kay would soften and go sweetly submissive.
Where the hell was his Kay?
Who was standing here in front of him?
She turned her face up, looking him in the eyes as though she’d caught on that something was wrong with him. “You’re acting weird.”
What would she do? He was acting out a scene and no one had bothered to give him the script, so he had no idea what happened if she thought he was about to catch on. If she figured out he knew she wasn’t the woman he loved, what would she do? Where was Kayla? Because she wouldn’t have done this to him. He knew that deep in his soul. This ghost was here and something had gone terribly wrong with the mission his Kay had promised would be a breeze.
His Kay wouldn’t have concealed her sister and sent her twin in to deal with him. It struck him forcibly that he believed her. Kayla had lied about the mission but nothing else. Everything else had been true. When she’d said she loved him, she’d meant it. It had been there in her eyes, the grief she’d felt when she thought she was losing him. That had been real.
If her love was real, it was the best thing that ever happened to him and he would never, ever doubt it again. He would cling to that woman like the life raft she was, like the gift she was. She was his prize for surviving.
He had to put on an Academy Award winning performance. Luckily, he was pretty good at pretending. He looked down at the ghost in his arms, curling his lips up. “I’m acting weird? I should spank you for that, baby. You know better than to push me when we’re playing. I get to look at you as long as I want.”
Her smile was back. Funny, he hadn’t noticed earlier that it didn’t meet her eyes. Those remained cold and calculating. This was not a woman who talked to dolphins. “I’m sorry, Josh. Of course, you do. You’re the Master, after all.”
He put his hands on her hips, forcing himself to touch her. She was a gorgeous snake and he had to be careful she didn’t show her fangs. How did he get out of this? He wasn’t fucking sleeping with her. No way. If she was who he thought she was, she could kill him in a heartbeat. He needed out of this room and without making her suspicious.