any.
“How about you show me how to change him, hmm?”
Giggling, she kissed his throat then stood up, holding his hand as they walked inside.
~~~
Results in one hand and cell phone in the other, he dialled the number of his contact and waited while it rang through. It had been so much easier than he thought, breaking into the lab and stealing a copy. Anticipation shot through his veins at the knowledge of what was to transpire in the coming days. Continuing to keep an eye on that delectable piece of ass wouldn’t be hard, but keeping himself from disobeying orders and not taking her exactly the way he wanted her…that might prove a little trying.
“This had better be good,” the voice snapped on the other end.
“Very good. They’re a perfect match. I’m looking at the paternity results right now.”
“It’s his son?”
“Mm-hmm.” His eyes fell to the name again of the woman he’d soon have beneath him. Chelsea Reid. Damn fine woman.
“Excellent. Begin executing the plan, I’ll be there tomorrow. And…try not to screw it up. I want Carstens alive; I need to know who else he’s told about the evidence against me.”
Politicians, he sighed inwardly. “No problem-o.”
Ending the call, he tossed the copy of the paternity results into his glove compartment, simultaneously grabbing his binoculars from a pocket of his vest. Just as he knew they would be, Carstens and Miss Reid were busy packing luggage into a rental vehicle. His plans were meticulous, as always, and the two others who would be assisting him were also watching the scene unfolding from the rear seat of his SUV.
“Tomorrow morning. Oh-four-hundred.”
He heard the slight snort of air from both men and almost felt their smiles. There was only one thing they were good at, and this was it.
It’s on now , he thought with a smirk, raising his brow.
Carstens would never know what hit him.
Ten
Sleep was eluding him. Tiaan felt comfortable, lying next to Chelsea in the small bed in her room, Ruan fast asleep in his crib at the foot of the bed. The milk and honey scent of her filled his nostrils and drugged his senses, though he was absolutely content just to hold her in his arms at the moment.
Something felt off though he couldn’t quite determine what. A little too much unease lingered in the air, electric with warning. Was it because he’d soon be face to face with people who didn’t want Chelsea and his son in their lives anymore? Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that he didn’t know how to act around parents, other than to hide and pretend he didn’t hear or see them.
Once again, he exhaled while attempting to force all thoughts from his mind. This proved to be a futile exercise. It would probably be best if he got up and did something productive – even if he couldn’t think of what that might be.
Chelsea shifted next to him, pushing up onto her elbows to see his face in the dark. She looked more than simply exhausted and he had to once again wonder if this trip was the right move. He didn’t want to push her to reconcile with her parents but if his were still alive, he might attempt the same – might . For Ruan’s sake.
“Is he keeping you awake?” she whispered, eyes glued to his mouth.
A slithering chill coursed through him, chased by frissons of heat. Only a few layers stood between his flesh and hers, and the memory of how she felt against him in the shower last week was haunting him. He could hardly believe his actions on the mountain earlier today and he recalled how she gave herself to him in a way that showed her trust in him.
Tiaan swallowed. “No, no he’s fine.”
He watched her suck her lower lip between her teeth. “Oh. I-if you want, I can go sleep downstairs on the cou–”
“No.” He slipped his arm around her waist, anchoring her body to his. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Her mouth formed a shocked O , almost perfectly round. “I-I don’t want to keep you
“How about you show me how to change him, hmm?”
Giggling, she kissed his throat then stood up, holding his hand as they walked inside.
~~~
Results in one hand and cell phone in the other, he dialled the number of his contact and waited while it rang through. It had been so much easier than he thought, breaking into the lab and stealing a copy. Anticipation shot through his veins at the knowledge of what was to transpire in the coming days. Continuing to keep an eye on that delectable piece of ass wouldn’t be hard, but keeping himself from disobeying orders and not taking her exactly the way he wanted her…that might prove a little trying.
“This had better be good,” the voice snapped on the other end.
“Very good. They’re a perfect match. I’m looking at the paternity results right now.”
“It’s his son?”
“Mm-hmm.” His eyes fell to the name again of the woman he’d soon have beneath him. Chelsea Reid. Damn fine woman.
“Excellent. Begin executing the plan, I’ll be there tomorrow. And…try not to screw it up. I want Carstens alive; I need to know who else he’s told about the evidence against me.”
Politicians, he sighed inwardly. “No problem-o.”
Ending the call, he tossed the copy of the paternity results into his glove compartment, simultaneously grabbing his binoculars from a pocket of his vest. Just as he knew they would be, Carstens and Miss Reid were busy packing luggage into a rental vehicle. His plans were meticulous, as always, and the two others who would be assisting him were also watching the scene unfolding from the rear seat of his SUV.
“Tomorrow morning. Oh-four-hundred.”
He heard the slight snort of air from both men and almost felt their smiles. There was only one thing they were good at, and this was it.
It’s on now , he thought with a smirk, raising his brow.
Carstens would never know what hit him.
Ten
Sleep was eluding him. Tiaan felt comfortable, lying next to Chelsea in the small bed in her room, Ruan fast asleep in his crib at the foot of the bed. The milk and honey scent of her filled his nostrils and drugged his senses, though he was absolutely content just to hold her in his arms at the moment.
Something felt off though he couldn’t quite determine what. A little too much unease lingered in the air, electric with warning. Was it because he’d soon be face to face with people who didn’t want Chelsea and his son in their lives anymore? Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that he didn’t know how to act around parents, other than to hide and pretend he didn’t hear or see them.
Once again, he exhaled while attempting to force all thoughts from his mind. This proved to be a futile exercise. It would probably be best if he got up and did something productive – even if he couldn’t think of what that might be.
Chelsea shifted next to him, pushing up onto her elbows to see his face in the dark. She looked more than simply exhausted and he had to once again wonder if this trip was the right move. He didn’t want to push her to reconcile with her parents but if his were still alive, he might attempt the same – might . For Ruan’s sake.
“Is he keeping you awake?” she whispered, eyes glued to his mouth.
A slithering chill coursed through him, chased by frissons of heat. Only a few layers stood between his flesh and hers, and the memory of how she felt against him in the shower last week was haunting him. He could hardly believe his actions on the mountain earlier today and he recalled how she gave herself to him in a way that showed her trust in him.
Tiaan swallowed. “No, no he’s fine.”
He watched her suck her lower lip between her teeth. “Oh. I-if you want, I can go sleep downstairs on the cou–”
“No.” He slipped his arm around her waist, anchoring her body to his. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Her mouth formed a shocked O , almost perfectly round. “I-I don’t want to keep you
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