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How about a tour tomorrow? It s late, and it s been quite a night.
I m sure you d just like to get some sleep. Dale watched her, bags in
hand, while Brad aimed for the hallway behind the stairs.
She nodded, feeling exhausted but knowing sleep would come
late, if at all. He walked her through the kitchen where she stopped to
admire stainless steel appliances, the blue-tiled countertops and
island, and professional double ovens. She wondered which of the
two was the cook, or if this was all part of their game to seduce
women. Women usually loved men who could make a great breakfast
in bed or a succulent candlelight dinner.
Past the kitchen, he turned down a hallway to the door at the end.
She hadn t expected this house to look the way it did on the inside.
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She d always pictured it more of a bachelor hangout with black
lacquer and maybe some whips and chains hanging from a ceiling
somewhere. And when he led her into her room, she found she liked
the all-white furniture and pale yellow walls.
While it was a guest bedroom, it must have been designed by a
woman. The queen-sized bed, covered in a white comforter, was
flanked by nightstands topped with beautiful purple orchids. A short
palm tree stood on one side of the large window facing the back of the
house while a small dresser sat across from her bed and was covered
with different sized candles. She could see she also had her own
bathroom.
Dale put her bags down by what looked like the closet door and
eyed her carefully. Well, I hope this works. The alarm s set so you re
safe here.
So I can t escape. Are you guys in the habit of kidnapping
women? This room looks too feminine for any of your manly
friends, she noted sarcastically.
Bailey, you may remember Brad s little sister, decorated this
house. She has her own interior design firm in Chicago. She figured
she d want a girly room to come sleep in whenever she flies into
town. He crossed his arms, and his biceps threatened to tear the poor
sleeves at the seams.
Stop drooling.
And, yes, we usually keep our kidnapped women in here. I m
sure we can find the rope somewhere in these drawers, he said, with
the faintest grin before pretending to scan the dresser and the
nightstands for said rope.
Secretly admiring the work Bailey did on what she d seen of the
first floor, and cursing Dale s ability to disarm her with his playboy
dimples and divine body, she snorted.
And would you share with me how the poor women finally got
out of here?
40 Chalee Mar
Dale took one step toward her and moved his eyes over every inch
of her. She d had just enough time to throw on some black jeans and a
white tank top back at her house, but she might as well be naked. By
the time his chocolate eyes were back on her face, she was flushing
and more than wet again. Damn these men.
Once Brad and I were done satisfying every single sexual fantasy
they d ever had, we had to push them out the door. But don t worry.
That s not why you re here. You re here so we can keep you safe.
Trust me, nothing will happen.
What the hell had just happened? He went from proving why
they d been worthy of her masturbating to them to insulting her in the
same breath. The charming one? Ugh, he was just a cold-blooded
playboy.
Trust me, nothing will make me happier, she retorted
indifferently.
He gave her an odd look she couldn t quite figure out and began
walking out of the bedroom.
Where do you guys sleep? she asked.
He turned, still holding the doorknob behind him. Thinking about
paying us a visit tonight?
She raised a brow and crossed her arms. Yes, to smother you
with a very large pillow. She got another dimple-producing grin.
Ugh, it wasn t fair that he was so damned gorgeous.
I m right above you, and Brad s in the other side of the house.
However, I ll be taking the room down this hallway for now. I figured
you d want your own room, but it s too far from us for our own peace
of mind.
How noble, but as much as she d like to think they were being
thoughtful, she knew it was just to look the part of the heroes rescuing
the Spanish damsel. It wasn t to benefit her, to give her some privacy,
or some smidgen of comfort. It was to look good. Period.
If they hadn t felt the need to threaten her with some atrocious
rent, she d believe they actually had cared about some promise they
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made to her grandfather. But because they had, she knew it was just a
bother. She was just a thorn in their perfect gigolo lives.
Well, you re too close for mine. Good night. She locked the
door the moment he clicked it closed.
* * * *
Brad was in hell. A scorching, deafening inferno reminding him
how beautiful Isabel was, but he couldn t have her.
He d pulled Dale off to the side to discuss who drove what from
her house last night, and told him to take the guest room next to hers.
While Dale was the ladies man, Brad just didn t trust himself
around Isabel. Dale was the emotional caregiver in their ménages. He
would also respect their dangerous situation, knowing that any
relationship with Isabel was bound to blind them from the apparent
killer stalking her. Brad, however, would throw caution, along with
all sense of logic, honor, and any other moral code, out the window
for one taste of Isabel.
It wasn t like him to lose his self-control over anyone, especially a
woman. He was always reserved, cool, and distant, much to the
dismay of the women who whined and complained until, fed up that
their tears didn t soften him, they walked away. Brad felt women
would do just that eventually. They would leave, like his mom did
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