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I couldn’t remember what time I fell asleep, but I slept hard until the morning, exhausted by his mouth and fingers pleasuring me. The sun flowed through the window and I was alone, curled up in the fluffy white blankets. I pushed myself up into a sitting position; there was no note on the bedside table or the dresser. The air smelled faintly of coffee from breakfast down the hall. My stomach growled in response and I got to my feet and reached for something to cover myself.
I caught a glimpse of my slender body in the mirror. There were faint bruises on my hips and my nipples were puffy and a little swollen. A thrill went through my stomach and wetness blossomed between my thighs at the memory of what Duran had done to me. Feeling a little ashamed of how much I’d enjoyed my almost one night stand, I pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around my body.
I trailed around the room, unsure if I should leave or not. The kitchen didn’t yield anything to eat or drink, so I went to the desk in the corner and sat down. There was a silver computer, open to a dark screen, an empty coffee cup, and an expensive watch on the desk. Evidence of Duran, of who he was and whatever it was that he did. What did a man like him do? Perhaps he made his living in the stock market or owned a business? Whatever it was, he made a lot of money.
I clicked at the computer absently and the screen flashed, went white, and then opened on the last screen he’d looked at. I leaned back, surprised. Even I, with limited knowledge of computers and security, had a password for my laptop. Maybe there had been a glitch.
There was a document minimized at the bottom of the screen. I glanced over my shoulder, unsure why I was suddenly filled with an overwhelming urge to peek at his computer. Perhaps because he was so mysterious and dark and handsome I just had to know more about him. I looked back at the door again and then clicked on the document, squeezing my eyes shut.
I opened them slowly. Oh, it was a receipt of some kind. I went to click away and then froze as the words sunk in. This was an itemized list of weaponry. My heart skipped a beat and I leaned forward, biting hard on my tongue. Guns, ammunition, explosives. Oh my God, he ran weapons. I’d gotten into bed with a man who either directly or indirectly had blood on his hands.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I whirled around and jumped to my feet, holding the sheet against my breasts. Duran stood in the door, a tray in his hand loaded with coffee and breakfast. His face was tempestuous and he wore a dark shirt and pants like last night. Even with my heart thumping and my mouth dry, the sight of his handsome face and tousled, black hair made my nipples pucker. What was wrong with me?
“I’m sorry, I was just sitting down,” I stammered. “I didn’t see anything.”
He locked the door and placed the tray down and stalked toward me. It was strange how the glittering in his eyes that had turned me on so much last night now sent a chill down my spine. He reached out carefully and closed the laptop with his gaze still fixed on me.
“What did you see?” he asked.
“Nothing, I—”
“Don’t fuck with me, girl.” His tone was cold.
I backed up and tripped against the bed as he closed in. It didn’t help my confidence that I had nothing but a thin sheet to cover my body and he was fully dressed, his expensive watch gleaming on his wrist. The bed pressed against my calves, threatening to trip me onto my back.
“Who are you? Did someone send you here?” he snapped.
“No, I was just curious,” I whispered.
His large, rough hand curled around my wrist and he stepped on the edge of the sheet as he pushed me back against the bed. I tumbled into the soft coverlet, fully naked save my hair falling over my breasts. Before I could turn and scramble away from him, he pinned me down, the fabric of his pant leg rubbing between my thighs.
“You little slut, you took me in,” he breathed. His face was inches from mine, his dark hair falling over his eyes, a bit of sweat gathering on his forehead.
“I swear, I don’t know anything,” I whispered. “It was just stupid, I was just being stupid. I was curious so I looked and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”
“Damn right you shouldn’t have.”
I wanted to cry, but I bit the inside of my lip to stem the tears. How did I get into this situation? Was this karma punishing me for going to bed with a stranger? Of course, my first one night stand had to be with a man who carried a dangerous secret. I blinked hard, the tears slipping from my eyes and falling hot into my hair. I managed to look up at him and his expression had softened just a minute amount. He studied me for a long time.
“You don’t know anything, do you?” he said.
I shook my head. He breathed out heavily, his forehead falling to my chest, just below my breasts. I could feel the heat from his mouth for a moment and then he drew back and got to his feet, pushing back his tousled hair. Fear kept me on my back, too anxious to move in case he changed his mind and his anger returned in full force.
Gone was the seducer from last night, replaced by this cold, distant man carrying a secret that terrified me. And he had me naked and at his mercy and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. He could tie me up and leave me in the closet and no one would find me for days. Or kidnap me and it would be over a week before my parents realized I hadn’t returned home.
“Why are you here? At this resort?” he said.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows shakily. “It was for a promotion, on my Instagram account,” I said. “The resort hosted me in exchange for me posting pictures and videos of the resort while I was here.”
His eyes narrowed in confusion. “Why would they do that?”
“Exposure, for marketing purposes,” I explained, suddenly realizing how far-fetched this must sound to someone who wasn’t familiar with the industry. “It’s a pretty common deal.”
“What are you? An actress?” he shot back.
“An influencer, I guess,” I said, mentally cringing at the word.
