Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I glance over at the files on the desk. The ones I liberated before leaving my job. Inside, there’s more than enough evidence to get Ali and the people he’s connected to off my back. I’ve been holding on to it instead of giving it to Bellamy. He’d already lost his father, so I wasn’t sure how he’d react to the information, and to be perfectly honest, I didn’t trust him.
But Ken’s right. I need to solve my problems before bringing Win into my life.
I walk over, snap a few photos of the circled, relevant information, and text them to my brother with a brief explanation before turning off my phone.
Maybe there’s more Demir in me than I’m willing to admit. I want Win. For more than just a night or a weekend. And I’m realizing there’s not much I won’t do to get what I want.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
WIN
I can’t believe he let me sleep so long. I had so many dirty plans. Snowbound for an entire night with Michael and, other than that glorious meal followed by sex that rocked me to the foundations of my cynical soul, I missed it.
Okay, I woke up at some point to his mouth on my cock and thrilled him with my eager and simultaneous reciprocation before falling asleep again, but still. I’d already napped for four hours, so sleeping another—I glance at the clock on the wall—eleven? Seriously? That’s absolutely unheard of for me.
“We’ve already established your dad isn’t an assassin, so he wouldn’t drug me,” I tell the dogs as I lift each one to give them a snuggle while eyeing the kitchen island laden with food. “That walk through the snow and the orgasms must have taken more out of me than I thought, that’s all. But we still have time since the weather hasn’t let up completely yet.”
I just said that. Even crazier? I meant it. I’m glad I’m still stuck here. At least for another few hours.
It isn’t every day I get to fall asleep beside someone like Michael and wake up to the kind of breakfast I’ve only seen in movies. I notice my phone beside an empty plate, along with a note that says my current bed buddy is chopping more firewood and will be back soon.
“Damned overachiever,” I mumble, snapping a few pictures of the meal before sitting down and stuffing my mouth with bacon and French toast made from actual French bread. I’m pretty sure that other plate has the prettiest eggs on it that have ever been poached. And I’m going to eat all of it, I think, humming a song from Oliver as I chow down. “Food, glorious food.”
It smells just as good as it tastes. I, however, smell less than appetizing. Sweating in the woods followed by multiple orgasms is not a good cologne for me. After this is over, I might have to brave the stairs to get to the shower. I really do feel better after my deep sleep. That and great sex is a healing combination. Now I just need to get clean.
As soon as I’m sated, I take a sip of what tastes like freshly squeezed orange juice and finally check my phone. I think I hesitated last night because I was enjoying my fantasy break from reality, but I feel the smallest twinge of guilt when I see it’s filled with voice messages and texts from two very worried friends.
Connor’s are pretty funny.
Connor: I know you’re in your room, Winnie. Where else would you be in this weather? Are you mad I stole your stone massage? I needed it. Is your phone on silent?
Ten minutes later…
Connor: The housekeeper let me in because I remind her of her grandson.
Connor: Your phone is missing but your clothes are all over the floor, so I know you didn’t run away to a warm island full of naked men the way you’re always threatening to. Where the hell are you?
One minute later…
Connor: Val and Bex are calling now. They never call me. They call you, but you’re not answering. Can you please get back here and save me? I’m really worried, man.
He sent another text less than an hour later.
Connor: I talked to the guy you’re shacked up with now. Tanaka said you’re two miles away in a cabin with a generator and food and a trustworthy friend. You dog. You got lost in a freak blizzard and wound up hooking up with one of Batman’s buddies?
I hadn’t planned on it, but yes. That’s exactly what happened. I snicker, though I’m blushing like a tween girl.
Connor: You’re not responding, but who else am I going to talk to now that Kate is circling me like a shark? A really hot redheaded shark. Can I say that? I mean, they were only fake dating, which no one told me about until they were fake broken up. She keeps asking about Bex and Val’s living situation. I told her they’re like the Odd Couple now, but not in a good way. It made her laugh. Should I have said they were dating so she’d be real jealous over her fake ex? I suck at this and I hate it.