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“NO!” I roared. I jerked, sitting up in bed. I was panting, and my body was covered in sweat. I looked around the room. My room. My bed. I was shaking as I made my way to the bathroom to throw up. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. I vaguely remembered who I was before I went into the military, but as I looked in the mirror, that boy was gone. I didn’t know who I was now, except that I was a murderer.
Back in my room, I looked out the window and realized it was dawn. At least my nightmare waited until near morning to show up instead of the middle of the night. I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, deciding to run away the last remnants of the dream. I pushed myself, forcing my lungs and heart to work at their max and to sweat away the toxins from my dream.
Home again, I showered and dressed, then headed to the Rookery. It went against Chase’s new work/life balance rule, but he wouldn’t see me. Odds were, no one else would either, except maybe Ash or Kade, so I wouldn’t be setting a bad example. I figured neither Ash nor Kade would tell, otherwise, they’d be outing themselves.
I reached my office and checked to see if there were any reports of further break-ins or thefts. I was going to find that fucker if it was the last thing I did. Fortunately, all seemed quiet. Next, I reviewed the security set up of the new resort in Florida. It would be reopening soon, so the cursory security to protect the area during renovation would need to be picked up to offer ongoing security to the residents and staff.
Feeling a little antsy, I decided to take a break. I headed out of my office, passing the room Chase had blindsided me in yesterday. I looked in. It was as we’d left it. For a Raven Industries office, it was pretty drab and depressing. I wondered what Chase had in mind for the space. Or maybe he’d decided that would be my babysitting room. Well if it was, it needed to be more comfortable. I was sure the therapist would appreciate a room that didn’t look like a noir film interrogation room, which is how it made me feel.
I pulled out my phone and called a guy I knew who did design for many of our properties. He’d been through all the security clearances, so I felt I could trust him to deal with this office space.
It was true that money talks. Within the hour, he was in the office with me, discussing design options. I didn’t tell him what the room was for, only that it needed to be comfortable and not drab. I offered to pay him double to have it done over the weekend.
That evening when I left, I checked in with him. The room smelled of fresh paint and several new items of furniture were sitting covered in plastic in the middle of the room. I wondered if my therapist would like the color and think it was calming. I shook my head, wondering why I was worried about her opinion of the room. It was just a room in which she was going to try to enter the inner recesses of my dark mind. Would she scrutinize me with those hazel eyes? Would my history scare her, or worse, make her pity me? Would the truth about my failure cause her to judge me? Fuck! Why did I care what she thought?
6
Grace
Sunday
Good God was he potent. Hunter looked down at me with those dark, intense eyes before swooping down and kissing me. I was burning up, despite being naked. His large frame covered me, his skin warm over his firm muscles. His hard length pressed against belly and my body ached to receive him, but he had other plans. His kiss broke from my lips and trailed down my body. He sucked on one nipple and then the other, making me gasp at the sweet torture it sent through my body.
“You like that, don’t you Doc?” he murmured against me.
“Yes.”
He moved lower and lower, over my belly, to my hip, and then he was between my thighs. My body pulsed with need and anticipation. Then is mouth was on me there, making me writhe at the delicious things he could do with his mouth and tongue. Pleasure built, coiling tight, until I was teetering on the verge of bliss.
A buzzing sound erupted. Was it in my head? God, it was my phone.
I levered up, and the dream faded. I fell back, wiping my eyes, annoyed that this was the second day in a row I’d had sexy dreams about my new client, Hunter Raven.
