Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“I dunno. I just thought it was fitting on you. You’re so big and strong and capable. I guess that’s what you get from being in construction, though, right?”
I nod. “Right.”
This feels…off. The way she’s talking to me, the words she’s choosing–it all feels like classic counterintelligence. Like a foreign asset trying to smoke out my cover.
But that can’t be what’s happening here, can it? There’s no chance Layla is anything but who she claims to be. The agency would have picked up on that before signing off on this mission. And I’ve had my eyes on her for weeks. If she was a double-agent of any kind, I’d know.
I hate myself for suspecting her.
What am I even thinking?
Layla is my everything. My shining light in the darkness of my life. The woman I do everything for. My spy training is telling me to be wary of the questions she’s asking, but my heart is viciously scolding me for even thinking she could ever be anything other than my love. My obsession.
“How was work today?” I ask her, carrying her down the hall toward the bathroom. Maybe once I get her undressed and into the shower with me, I’ll be able to get control of myself again. Well, I may lose control when I get my hands on her, but that’s a different kind of control I don’t mind losing. And neither does she.
“Same as always,” she replies. I knead the firm flesh of her ass and close my eyes as I inhale her scent. It’s amazing how quickly I begin to feel at home as her fragrance enters my nose. I reach out to turn on the shower, but Layla stops me. “Baby, are you sure there’s nothing wrong?”
“Wrong?” I ask. “What would be wrong?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “You just seem…off today. And lately if I’m being honest.”
The knots in my insides start to form again. I can see where this is going.
I’m going to have to lie to her. And I hate myself for that.
“Maybe I am just a little jaded by work. We’ve got a couple of new guys who are real pains in the ass.”
Layla pauses before she responds.
My throat is dry. I swallow hard.
“Speaking of which. Why is it that I’ve never been to your work before?”
I force a laugh. Another lie. “Why would you want to come? There’s nothing too exciting about a construction site. Most of the time it’s just guys standing around waiting for something to be done so they can get back to work.”
Layla nods. She’s not buying it. “And the guys you work with? How come I’ve never met any of them? It’s okay if you want to invite them over here, you know. I wouldn’t mind.”
Jesus, she’s so sweet.
Here I am, lying to her about having work friends at my fake construction job, and she’s trying to shoulder some of the blame for why I haven’t brought them around to meet her yet.
“That’s sweet of you, love,” I say, finding the strength to smile as my heart races. “But this isn’t exactly the right environment for them. They’re more of the bar and beers kind of guys, if you know what I mean.”
More lies.
Layers and layers of lies, like a building built on a rotten foundation. And what happens when that foundation finally collapses?
“I’m just saying,” Layla says sweetly. “That if you ever wanna bring them by here–”
“I know what you’re saying.” I smirk, snatching her shirt off to reveal her perfect, perky tits. “And if I ever want to bore you to death, I’ll take you up on the offer.”
I press my face between her perfect breasts, causing Layla to gasp as I move my lips to each nipple, sucking gently as though they were the most perfect little gum drops. This time, she lets me reach out and turn on the water, and I continue stripping her out of her clothes until she’s gorgeous in her nakedness, her smooth skin sending warmth through the rough skin of my hands.
The pure decadence of her body is overwhelming, and I groan as my pants drop, releasing my painful erection. Being away from her today was agonizing, but I didn’t realize until I was back in her company just how excruciating it truly was.
I step under the warm water with her, running my hands up the delicious curve of her lower back. “All I know, Layla, is that I love being here with you.”
She raises her gorgeous eyes to mine, and I see her still trying to work out if there’s something up with me. “I know that, baby.”
“I just wanted to make sure.” And that’s not a lie. Pablo’s birthday is in two days, and I can’t predict how things are going to go down there. Even if I’m able to successfully execute my objective, that means finally revealing my truth to Layla.