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Why does that keep happening when he’s nearby?
Then he goes over to Caleb, helps him to his feet too and also cuts his ties. “There. Maybe this will stop everyone from being so on edge.”
Caleb immediately comes over to me and wraps me in his arms, folding his broad body protectively around me. I lean against him, surrounding myself with his scent, trying to go up into him, as my fear slowly eases.
The man looks at us, not saying a thing, like he’s waiting. He licks his lips and I catch sight of another piercing, one in his tongue, as he plays with one of the rings in his lip.
Damn. How many piercings does this guy have?
As I look him over more, spotting a few more piercings in his ears, I notice that his suit pants are a lot tighter at the front than they were before.
Is he turned on by this? By our fear?
Does he have a kidnapping fetish or something?
The man leans back against his desk, his dark eyes not leaving us, as he slides up the sleeves of his jacket, revealing the edge of a tattoo on one of his arms.
“I was supposed to deliver you unharmed. But with the trouble we had to go through, I guess the client should be grateful that we got you here alive.”
“She’smine.” Caleb’s voice is low, dangerous, his pheromones coming off him in waves. And this time I notice the way the other man’s eyes go wide. Not in fear or anger, but something more like… desire?
Then he pulls his smirk back into place. “My client tells me differently. From what I understood, you stole her from him.”
His client?!
The man Caleb stole me from?!
I start to shake.
No.
No way.
I’m not going back.
No.
Caleb’s growl deepens and he lifts me up against him, ready to haul my ass away from here. Bring me to safety.
I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to hide against him, trying to disappear into him. I’m not going back. I’m not.
“I’m simply doing my job. If you have any issues with it, you can take it up with the client.”
I hear a door open and a sickening scent seeps inside.
Hubert Russell. The leader of the pack that I was promised to. The man I was supposed to marry.
“You did it.” Hubert’s upbeat voice grates on my nerves. “I see you’re a man of your word, Mathew.”
“That’s Mr Page for you.” One of the men who brought us here steps forward, annoyed, but stops when his boss holds up his hand.
Mr Page?
My heart skips a beat, and I glance in their direction.
Mathew Page?The Cleaner?
What?!