Caught (Prequel to Hawk) (Sex and Bullets) Read Online Free PDF Page A

him again—and I guess now I know how he managed to avoid scandals: he keeps his conquests quiet, out of the spotlight. If I told anyone I spent a steamy night with Jamie Fleming, who would believe me? No photos, no proof.
     
    Nobody knows, except Dorothy, and the memory will remain in my mind, a bright light and snapshots of touches, glimpses of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
     
    A desire unlike any I’ve ever experienced. God, the roses… and his touch. His cock inside me.
     
    Somehow even though I know he won’t call me again, won’t come around to see me, won’t have dinner with me again… It was worth it. I can’t regret it.
     
    Did he regret me?
     
    A noise from the room next to mine draws me from my thoughts. Speaking of Dorothy… My roommate walks through my door, her dark hair a ratty nest around her head. Let’s just say she has restless sleep—which I blame on the tons of caffeine she consumes every day.
     
    She’s holding a steaming mug right now. “Did you know,” she says, “that the suite he bedded you in is the honeymoon suite of the exclusive Pearl Buck Hotel?”
     
    “Bedded? Seriously, Dodo?” But this little piece of news floors me, when it shouldn’t. “It was probably the best room he could get on short notice, or something. That’s all.”
     
    It means nothing.
     
    Dorothy shrugs and sits uninvited on my bed. She slurps noisily at her coffee. “So, any signs of life from Tall, Blond and Mysterious?”
     
    “He’s not mysterious,” I mutter irritably. “We know who he is.”
     
    “But his motives are mysterious.”
     
    “Nothing mysterious about a guy wanting to dip his wick in a random girl.”
     
    “You’re not random.”
     
    “But your comments are.”
     
    She tsks. “You still haven’t given me the details of your night.”
     
    “And I won’t.”
     
    “It was that good, huh?” She grins at me, flashing me a crooked front tooth, and I think about that.
     
    She’s right. But it’s more. It’s how… violent is was, and sensual, intense and perfect at the same time. The kiss against the door, his mouth on me, the roses on my back, his arm around my chest as he rocked inside me…
     
    Intimate. Far more intimate and personal than anything I ever tried with Chance.
     
    “What’s up?” Dorothy’s gaze has sharpened. “Why the frown? I thought you had a good time.”
     
    “I did.”
     
    And that’s the problem. It was an amazing time. It was more than that, it was an unforgettable night, and Hawk swept through my life like a hurricane, so how am I supposed to forget all about him now and pretend that night never happened?
     
    “He doesn’t want a repeat,” I hear myself say and wish I could swallow the words back. I sigh as I fuss with my bed covers, pulling them from under Dorothy’s ass to make my bed. “I should head to class.”
     
    “Not so fast.” Dorothy manages a hard grip on the hem of my sweater, and hauls me down beside her. “What doesn’t he want?”
     
    I rub a hand over my eyes. “To see me again.”
     
    She gives me a long, serious stare. “Did he say that?”
     
    “Yeah.”
     
    “Okay. That’s asshole-y of him. But you just broke up with Chance. And you barely know Tall, Blond and Non Mysterious. Right?”
     
    “Right.” I manage a smile. “Let me go to class, Dodo.”
     
    “Yeah. Me too.” She taps my nose. “I hate seeing you sad, Laylay. Don’t set your heart on a guy who told you from the start he won’t be with you. He gave you a good night. And he’s a millionaire, right? You can’t trust a millionaire. That’s common knowledge.”
     
    “Nobody told me,” I mutter, more irritated at myself by the second. “You’re right, it was a good  night, and everything’s fine.” I make my smile brighter, even if it’s strained. “A new experience. Maybe someday in my memoirs I’ll mention it and become a bestseller.”
     
    “I thought you wanted to be a publisher, not a