Page 6 of Mr. Wrong (Hollywood Knights #1)

Six

Lex

It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted a woman this much. To be honest, I don’t remember ever feeling this desperate to get inside someone before. Most of the time I fuck women out of either blind boredom or sheer necessity.

And never here.

My brother keeps a suite at the Four Seasons for shit like this. He’s insanely disciplined when it comes to women. Appearances are very important to him. Almost as important as security. When he finds out I brought a strange woman home, he’s probably going to throw my ass out.

Which is fine.

He fired me, which basically means I have no way to pay my way around here and I’d rather live in a dumpster than become a fucking Kato. So, yeah. I’m about twelve hours away from homelessness. Might as well use them wisely.

Shoving the thought aside, I focus on the woman in front of me.

Ellenore.

I basically just told her that I have every intention of dragging her inside and fucking her to death. That if she had the sense God gave a tree stump, she’d be running for her life.

She isn’t running.

She’s waiting, and despite everything I just said to her, I don’t want her to run.

I think I might chase her if she tried. Switching tracks, I let the hand around her neck slide across her shoulder and down her arm.

Finding her hand, I lace my fingers through hers.

“Come on.” Giving her a tug, I’m more relieved than I should be when she follows me without protest.

Fingers still intertwined, I lead her through the ivy-covered gate and under a vine-laced arbor. Down a slab stone walkway, along the side of the main house. When we step into the backyard, she gives a small gasp that makes me smile.

“It’s something, isn’t it?” I say, letting my gaze wander around the park-like space.

Thick green grass. Tall trees and flowering shrubs.

Red brick planters housing rose bushes and wisteria.

A narrow lap pool lined with resort-style loungers.

Pool toys floating on its surface. At the back of the property is a pool house.

Red brick like the planters. White shutters. Deep porch with a swing.

“Is it yours?” She tries to look everywhere at once, craning her neck this way and that, eyes wide. I want to hear calculation in her voice, so I can believe she’s taking it all and trying to find a way to set her hooks in me. I don’t. All I hear is curiosity. Maybe a little bit of awe.

“Nope.” Pulling her onto the porch of the pool house. “It belongs to my brother.” I look for disappointment but don’t find it.

“Your brother the bar owner?” Her fingers flex around mine while she gives her lips a nervous lick.

I give her another smile and a non-committal shrug.

Despite the fact that I brought her here, I’m not in the market to spill family secrets.

My gaze dips of its own volition, settling on her mouth while I reach for the doorknob.

“How do you want to do this, Ellenore?” I say, forgetting everything I said to her.

Every warning I just gave her. “Fast or slow?”

Totally unaware of what she’s doing to me, she licks her lips again before pulling the corner of her mouth between her teeth, her dark brown eyes aimed right at me when she finally lets go of her lip and says, “Surprise me.”