Page 21 of Entangled With The Hellhound

Besides, my good sense is telling me that this man is more than sarcasm and a smirk. I’ve seen the darkness lurking behind those blue eyes since the night I met him.

And as intriguing as that look is, I’ve been in enough trouble chasing bad boys in my lifetime. I’m good on all that foolishness because I really can’t afford to get involved with a man like Stone. On the other hand, I don’t know if I can keep my head or my heart out of any encounter we might have.

As soon as the thought of me not giving into Stone’s lust and my own, the door to the bathroom opens up, and out walks the dripping wet man himself. His short hair is darker from the water, and his beard is slick. The nasty thoughts jump into my mind before I can stop them. I lick my lips as I watch droplets of water run down his thick chest, down his cut abs, and disappear into the towel he has wrapped around his waist.

Damn! I wonder what that water tastes like from his body.The thought has me licking my lips again. I can damn near taste his tan skin.

“Uh hem.” Stone clears his throat, and I look up at him.

I’m still in a lust daze, so I can’t even feel embarrassed. But, shit, he knows how good he looks. That’s why he is walking around in a towel, trying to tempt me into falling into bed with him. If he didn’t want me to look, he would put some clothes on before leaving the bathroom, like I do.

“Hey,” I smirk at him as he cocks a thick eyebrow at me. I shrug. We both know I was ogling his goods. No use in pretending I wasn’t.

“Hey. So, how long is your job today?” Stone asks me, standing there with water still running down his strong muscled body. He rubs a smaller towel over his head, and I get momentarily distracted by the flexing of his biceps, so I have to blink several times before I can register what he asked me.

“It will only be a few hours. I’m only doing the bride’s make-up beforehand. I’m not doing touch-ups, so I don’t have to stay for the actual shoot. Why?” To distract myself, I start back gathering up all my supplies.

“Cause I can’t make it, so somebody else will need to go with you.” I stopped and grimaced because I didn’t really think the Hounds were actually going to follow me around. Not that I’m against it.

We all know Raymond is dangerous, and since the cops don’t believe me, the Hounds are my best chance of surviving whatever is going on.

“Okay. Is this person going with me or…” I look into his blue eyes because if I keep staring at his body, this conversation is going to be short, and we’re both gonna end up wet.

“He’ll meet you there. You won’t be able to miss him. Big bastard with red hair. Name’s Wire. He won’t be wearing his cut, though. The ginger asshole will stand out enough.”

I nod my head because what can I say. Don’t send someone to protect my ass. I don’t think Raymond saw me, but I know he has connections to get to me if that was him. And I don’t want to let my guard down because something in my gut won’t let me relax.

“I’ma get dressed. Unless you want me to stay like this. We can have a little morning delight before we go to work.”

I desperately try not to moan because that sounds like the perfect way to start my day. But I know I can’t get involved with this man. Even if it’s just sex because I know myself. I will catch feelings, and he’ll be catching a ride on another woman.Yeah. No thanks.

“Nah, I’m good. But thanks for the offer.” I use my snarkiest tone, but again Stone just smirks to himself like I’m playing hard to get.

I’m really not playing a game with him. I’m doing my damndest not to fall into the darkness that Stone radiates. It calls to me like a fix to an addict. The shit is weird.

“I have got to get away from this man,” I mumble.

“What was that?”

“Huh? Nothing. I gotta go. Text me Wire’s number.” I say, turning back to zip up my case. I stand and move around Stone and head to the front door before he can say anything else.

I know whatever he says will run me hot. Either with desire or anger. Those are the two emotions he pulls from me the most.

Once I’m outside, I lean against my door and exhale a deep breath. My nerves are all over the place, but I have work to do, so I pull my shit together. As I walk to my car, I have an eerie feeling that I’m being watched.

I try not to be obvious that I’m looking around, so I slowly put my bag in the passenger seat while swiveling my head slowly from side to side. I don’t see anything or anyone, but the hairs on my arms are standing up. My mama didn’t raise no fool, no matter what she might think, so I get my ass in my car and drive off quickly.

The feeling of being watched leaves me as soon as I drive away from my apartment. If somebody is watching me, I will feel safer with Stone being there when I get home. Now, I’ve never been so glad that he is staying with me.

When I pull up to the venue, I see a large redheaded man leaning against a motorcycle that’s as big as he is. The sight is overwhelming.He’soverwhelming. I don’t remember seeing him at the clubhouse. If I did, Stone might not have had all of my attention.

Speaking of Stone, he said Wire would stand out, but damn!

“You must be, Wire,” I say as I get out of my car. He gives me a sparkling smile that lifts his cheeks and the whiskers of his red beard.

“Andyoumust be Roxy.” Wire gives me an appreciative grin with a nod.

“That’s me. So, what’d you do to get assigned guard duty?” I ask as I round my car to get my case out of the passenger side.