Sergio Read online Natasha Knight (Benedetti Brothers #3)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Benedetti Brothers Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
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If he’s gone, it’s for the best. Drew’s right. I can’t get involved with someone like him. What the hell am I even thinking? But why did he go without a goodbye? I don’t understand.

It’s past eleven at night when there’s a knock on my door. I’m in the living room studying for a test. For a quick moment, I’m glad about the new locks on the doors, but shake myself out of it.

The knocking comes again, harder this time.

“Just a minute,” I call out, zipping up my hoody. A damp chill clings to the walls of the house on these wet winter days. I understand why the owners leave until spring.

I look through the window beside the door and if he didn’t have his face turned up to the streetlamp, I wouldn’t have opened the door, but it’s him.

I unlock and open the door. His hand is mid-air, ready to bang against the door, and I see right away he’s in bad shape.

“Sergio?”

He looks at me like he’s almost surprised to see me. He scratches his head. His coat is open and he’s not wearing gloves, hat or scarf. His face is red like it’s been whipped by the wind that hasn’t stopped howling for the last hour.

“I was walking,” he says. I can smell whiskey on him.

“It’s freezing. You went walking tonight? Here?”

He makes some sound, looks beyond me into the house.

“Are you drunk?” I ask.

He returns his gaze to me, shakes his head, but I’m not convinced. He steps inside without waiting for an invitation. I close the door, shuddering at the cold.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Long day.” He stops, looks off in the distance, shakes his head. “Long fucking week. You have something to drink?”

“Coffee?” I ask, not surprised when he shakes his head.

“Something stronger.”

“Um.” I walk into the living room. He follows me. I don’t drink whiskey, which I think is what he’s looking for, but the owners have a stash of it. I open the cabinet, look at the various bottles, feel Sergio step close behind me. I turn to him, study his face. He’s scanning the selection and a moment later, chooses a bottle from the back. He doesn’t bother to pour it into a glass but drinks directly from it.

“Are you okay?” I ask carefully.

He looks at me, his eyes fierce in the dimly lit room. He drinks another swallow, sways on his feet. “I have a key,” he says, producing a ring of keys from his pocket.

“Good for you,” I say, not quite following. I reach for the bottle in his hand. “Maybe you’ve had enough.”

He draws it back and shoves his keys back into his pocket. Drinks again. When he takes a step to the side, he knocks his shin right into the coffee table, and mutters a curse.

“Why don’t you sit down,” I say, taking his shoulders, turning him toward the couch. “And give me your coat.” He reluctantly lets me take the bottle for the moment it takes him to slide his coat off. He flops onto the couch, taking the whiskey back from me to drink another swallow.

“What were you doing?” He picks up my notebook.

“Nothing.” I take the whiskey from him, push the lid back on.

“Tell me about the professor.”

“What? Oh.” He means Professor Dayton. “Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Just he’s another one of those men who thinks with their dicks. That’s all. No big deal, nothing I can’t handle.”

“Did he touch you?”

“It’s fine.”

“Did he fucking touch you?”

“He stuck his hand up my skirt.”

Sergio’s hand fists. I watch him, study his eyes. This is dangerous ground. Dangerous for Professor Dayton. “Just forget it. It stopped at that. And I’m not taking the internship anyway. I’m leaving, in fact.”

“Nat—”

“Please.”

His eyes narrow, like he’s thinking, and when he nods, I’m surprised.

“Did something happen tonight?”

He takes a deep breath in, then out, looks at me, takes my hands and holds them for a long minute. “Life is short, huh?” He releases me, runs both hands through his hair and leans back on the couch. For a moment, it’s like he’s drifted out of here, he looks so lost in thought. Then he returns his gaze to mine and just watches me for a long time. When he stands, he’s steady on his feet, and he’s got that same look in his eyes as the other night. My body understands it before my mind processes.

“Too short to waste,” he says. He takes the zipper of my hoodie between two fingers and slides it down, pushes it off me and lets it drop to the floor. “Natalie,” he says my name and stops, searching my face before his gaze moves to my bared shoulders and arms. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s slurring his words, swaying on his feet.

I watch him, and it’s strange, the way he’s looking at me. Intense and dark.


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