Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 113272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Yeah. He’d never know.
Getting out of bed, she headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower before stripping off the large T-shirt of Eli’s that she’d worn to bed.
Hmm.
She might have to keep that.
After all, it wasn’t like she had anything else to wear.
Don’t think about that.
It’s just stuff.
She ran through the list in her head of everything she’d need to get while she climbed into the shower.
It felt . . . overwhelming.
Start small. First, the stuff for her job and the bare necessities in terms of clothing.
She could do this. Even if she had to go to a charity shop for her clothes.
You have this.
Don’t panic.
A small sob escaped her as a shudder ran through her body.
No, no, no.
You have this. Don’t get upset. Whoever did that won’t get to you. The guys will make sure of that.
But what if they were put in danger? She wouldn’t forgive herself if something happened to them.
They’re FBI agents, they’re not helpless.
Why couldn’t life just give her a bit of a break? Instead, it seemed like it was intent on throwing everything it could at her to see if she would break.
“I won’t break. I won’t bend. I will survive.”
“You’re gonna do more than survive.”
29
Arabella screamed, jumping in the air and turning to see Kellan standing on the other side of the glass door, glaring at her with his arms over his chest.
“You’re gonna fucking thrive. Of course, you’ll be doing that with a hot ass.” He stepped forward and opened the glass door. “Just what do you think you are doing?”
“I’m showering.” Then she glanced down at herself with another scream. “Kellan! I’m not dressed!” She attempted to cover up her breasts and pussy with her arms. But it wasn’t easy and she knew she probably looked ridiculous.
“I assume that’s how most people shower. Get out.”
“No!” she replied.
“I will get you a towel to cover up.”
“No, I’m halfway through washing my hair. There’s still conditioner in it. I can’t get out now.”
He just stared at her for a long moment. To her surprise his gaze didn’t go lower than her face.
Was that him being respectful? Or was it because he didn’t want to look?
Your mind is a mess, Arabella.
Then he nodded and closed the door.
Oh, thank goodness.
Then he disappeared from her eyesight. But he didn’t walk into the bedroom. Where did he go?
Suddenly, he appeared at the shower door again.
This time, though, he just wore boxers and in his hand was his shirt.
She didn’t know what to do or where to look. Could she stare? Should she not? Was it rude?
But he wasn’t covering himself. And, well, the man was a work of art. Smooth and muscular, she ran her gaze over his wide chest and down to his trim hips. He had an actual six-pack.
Wow.
Then her gaze dipped lower. She couldn’t help it.
The only guy she’d ever been with had been young and arrogant. He’d told her how gorgeous he was. He’d even liked to brag about the size of his dick.
Something that she’d thought was a bit weird.
But he hadn’t been anywhere as big as Kellan. At least from what she could make out behind his thin boxers. As she watched his dick grew thicker, firmer and pressed against the material of his boxers.
Dead.
She was dead.
“I think I feel light-headed,” she said, foolishly.
She’d completely forgotten how nutty these guys were when they thought she was ill or injured.
Kellan immediately opened the door to the shower and stepped in, wrapping his arm around her so she was pressed against him.
“This is why you shouldn’t be showering on your own,” he growled as he held her up off the floor. “You could have fallen and hit your head and died. What were you thinking?”
“Um, well, I was thinking that you’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life,” she blurted out.
He drew her away from his body, setting her back on her feet so he could gape down at her.
Yeah.
She couldn’t believe she’d just said that either. “Um you know, I got a bump on the head earlier—”
“What?” he interrupted. “You hit your head?”
“Yes, and I think that’s why I’m saying crazy stuff. It’s the head bump.”
And again, she forgot how insane these guys were.
“You hit your head? Why the hell did Eli let you out of bed?” Kellan yelled.
“I didn’t,” Eli said.
Oh God.
When had he come in? Why hadn’t she heard him?
Suddenly, she realized she was still naked.
And the last time someone had seen her naked circulated in her head. Deep down, she knew that they would never exploit her. Never laugh at her or make fun of her.
But for some reason she just couldn’t bring herself back under control.
“Shit,” Eli said. “Kellan, she’s panicking.”
“I’ve got her.”
Suddenly, he drew something over her head and then she found herself wearing Kellan’s shirt. He turned off the water and grasped hold of her face between his hands. “Are you all right?”