The Heist by Sienna Mynx Page B

room into the well-lit palatial bathroom. She lifted her head to voice a concern, one that faded from memory when she caught the lethal look of desire in his eyes. The beast was there, but the man she’d known as a girl could clearly be seen. He lowered her into the cool waters of the Jacuzzi tub. Her body ached and momentarily burned in every orifice until Michelle relaxed and submerged amongst lavender-scented bubbles.
    Lee didn’t join her. He didn’t bathe her. Instead, he stepped into the separate shower. As Michelle lay there, her head resting on the rim of the tub with the Jacuzzi spouts tickling her sensitive flesh, she watched him.
    He quickly covered his taunt muscles in lather. A long knife scar along his side and just above his pelvis was his only imperfection. The barb-wire tribal tattoo circling one arm could be seen clearly and when he turned, he revealed a larger tattoo of a dark wingspread across his shoulder blades. He stepped under the water flow, rinsing away the fluids of their sex. Steam began to fog the glass, preventing her from enjoying the show any further.
    Michelle wondered how she could desire him at all. The self-loathing she carried for harboring feelings for this monster overwhelmed her once more. She allowed herself to calm. And in her calm, the desire for him surfaced once more. Again, she was powerless to choose which emotion should claim her heart. Instead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed her perfumed bath. Gathering her strength, she checked the bruise on her arm from the near-miss gunshot and saw it had turned an ugly purple. It didn’t hurt. Not like her rump. Michelle even tried to ignore her gluttonous pussy as it begged for a repeat performance. Lee hadn’t won anything. She was still in control, and he was the monster she was planning on destroying, just as she was sure he destroyed her father.
    The water stopped. The shower door opened. Michelle slowly opened her eyes as Lee stepped from the shower with beads of moisture covering his brick-layered torso and bulging arms. Wordlessly, he reached in the water and lifted her out of the fragrant suds. He dried her and draped a towel around her, before wrapping one around his hips. She exhaled now shy and awkward from his outer show of affection. They returned to his room. He drew back the sheets as an invitation.
    His bed was the last place she needed to be. Her warring emotions over affection for Lee were further complicated by desires he’d awakened. “I should go.”
    “We’re not done….”
    “We are if I say we are.”
    “And your body already answered that question an hour ago. My bed, Chocolat , I want you in it. Now .”
    He spoke of more than just this night, and part of her—a small part of her—had wanted this to last. The saner part of her chose to ignore it. She released the towel and lay down. He smirked and walked out of the room. Michelle chewed on her chipped nail and waited, watching the door, wanting more.

 
     
    Chapter Ten
     
     
    He reappeared with a tray of assorted fruit, two wine glasses, and a bottle he told her was from his private stock. In the dim lighting, his handsome appearance was still intimidating. Who were the women in his life? Michelle secretly harbored bitter jealousy at the prospect of him loving another. What a joke! The idea that he, or she for that matter, knew anything about love made her scoff. Yet a man like Lee could have any woman he chose. There had to be others.
    “You okay?”
    Michelle forced emotion from her voice. “Yep. What’s this?”
    Lee set the tray on the bed then uncorked and poured the wine. He passed her a glass, which she accepted, but with guarded caution. He poured himself a glass from the same bottle and drank from it.
    “You’re quite a woman, Michelle.”
    She swirled her wine. “So now it’s Michelle. Make up your mind, am I Chocolat or Michelle ?”
    He laughed and despite her vow not to, she smiled.
    “I’m working through that one,