Page 90 of Cruel Revenge
While I don’t mind killing, I don’t enjoy it. Not the way that she seems to, sometimes.
And there’s something about it that intrigues me and scares me at the same time.
I’m still no closer to figuring out what she’s capable of, what she is hiding, even though Andrew has been following her.
I perch on the edge of her desk, giving her the space she seems to want. “I’m not going to kill her. Grady would want my head and then I would lose my importer.”
“There are a lot of different things you could do to someone before they die.” She sits back down, pulling out the paperwork from beneath my hand. “I think you’ll have no problem figuring it out.”
Sighing, I look at the time on my watch. “Well, come home with me so we can talk about this.”
“You just want to go home and fuck our problems away.”
I reach over and snag her car keys from the corner of her desk before grabbing her laptop as well. “That’s true, but I also don’t trust Logan not to be hovering around the corner, waiting for the chance to walk in here and catch us talking together.”
“My team does sweeps every morning. There’s nothing to record us in here. I doubt the laundromat is his final move.”
“You’re loud when we fuck.” I lean down, lifting her chin with one of the keys, making her look at me again. “The sounds you make when you’re coming on my cock are just for me.”
She swallows hard, desire replacing the cold and calculating look in her eyes.
Smirking, I stand and hold out the keys, waiting for her to take them. When she does, I head for the door with her laptop tucked beneath my arm.
If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll meet me back at the house.
Skyla closesthe front door behind her, kicking off her shoes, the look on her face distant.
The woman I was with in her office is gone, replaced by the shell that greets everybody when she’s trying to keep people at a distance.
I don’t know if she’s even aware that she shuts down that far.
And I hate that I care she is doing it to me.
She goes to the kitchen and reaches into the cupboard where I keep the spirits, pulling down a bottle of tequila.
“It’s a little early in the day for shots, don’t you think?” I get up from the couch and head into the kitchen just as she takes a large swig from the bottle.
“Well, you want to know the truth about everything, don’t you?”
I take the bottle from her and put it back on the shelf, higher than she can reach. “I do, but why does that mean that you need to take a shot of tequila in the middle of the day?”
Her mouth opens and shuts a couple of times. When her gaze meets mine, there’s nothing but vulnerability there.
She looks like she’s at war with herself as she leans back against the counter and buries her face in her hands.
“Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.” I rub my hands up and down her arms.
Skyla laughs and shakes her head, looking at me once more. “You’d think that, wouldn’t you? You look at me and see the same thing as everybody else. Poor little Skyla. She’s not the kind of person who looks like she’s capable of anything bad. She just does the accounting. Sure, she kills someone every now and then, but it can’t be that bad, right? Because this is Skyla.”
I don’t know what to say to her. If I agree with her, then I know she’s going to think that I’m infantilizing her. And if I don’t agree with her, then I’m going to be accused of not knowing her once more.
Which isn’t wrong. But I want to fix that. That is the main reason for me to want to know her secret. I need to know the real her. The woman I’m…
In love with?
I shake myself out of it.
I could tell anyone who asked what music she likes to listen to when she’s making dinner at night. I could tell them that she does this divine little roll of her body when she really likes a song.
