Page 14 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
I spent six hours outside her bedroom door, listening out for every possible suspicious sound. Thankfully, the house was huge, so there weren’t many sounds to distract me. No other person came anywhere close to the hallway, which meant I could keep all my attention and focus on what may have been going on inside Sabrina’s room.
My best guess was she was asleep.
I was on my feet the whole time, trying not to succumb to the pain on my side that made an appearance from time to time. I didn’t want to give in to it or admit that I needed a break. It would mean Mercy was right and that I couldn’t even stay alert for six hours on a job.
It was very early in the morning now and the hallway I had spent the night in was filling with a dim dawn light. I didn’t know when Sabrina would wake up, but didn’t spoiled rich kids waste all their days sleeping?
I rested the back of my head against the door, just for a second. I closed my eyes for a flicker of a moment and immediately, my body relaxed. I was picturing her in that black lingerie. I could see her nipples through the flimsy material of her lace bra. I knew I wanted her.
That was when I heard a sound on the other side. My eyes flew open. There were more sounds and I couldn’t decipher them. Was it just her waking up? Walking around the bedroom? Or were there more people in there with her?
I knew all about diversions. About breaking in through bedroom windows. I wasn’t about to take a chance with that.
I pushed the door open with my shoulder and looked around the room. Sabrina wasn’t in her bed. The bathroom door was wide open and I ran to it to check. She wasn’t in there either. The bedroom window was open.
Someone broke in here.
“Fuck!” I growled, gunning for the walk-in closet. My first instinct was to regret every miserable thought I’d had about Sabrina. I should have kept her safe. I should have been able to protect her.
But then I saw her at the end of the closet. She was in profile. Naked. Alone. She was looking through some dresses hanging in a row. She heard me stepping in and our eyes met.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” she hissed through gritted teeth.
I was flooded with relief. I glared at her, angry with myself now for jumping to conclusions. My mind was playing tricks on me. Maybe Mercy was right after all. Maybe I wasn’t in the right mental state to do any kind of job.
“I had to come and check on you, make sure everything was fine,” I replied and turned away from her. She said nothing and I was relieved by that too.It wasn’t until half an hour later that the bedroom door finally opened. I had spent that time pacing up and down the hallway, regretting shutting my eyes. It was my job to stay awake, to keep an eye on her. My first night on the job and I’d nearly dozed off.
What if there actually had been a break-in? Wyndham seemed to think his daughter’s life was in critical danger. I should have been more alert.
And if I wanted to keep my hands off that girl, I needed to stop walking in on her when she was naked. Fuck!
Now Sabrina was standing on the other side of the door. She was wearing a sleek jumpsuit in a rich biscuit color, which fell like butter on her skin. She had tied her long hair in a shiny ponytail. Her face was glowing and almost golden. There was the slightest hint of shimmer around her eyes. She was wearing that same perfume she wore last night. I cleared my throat.
She was beautiful. It was as simple as that. I couldn’t deny it as much as I tried.
“Did you miss me?” she asked, and a smile was curling her lips.
Once again, she’d caught me off-guard and I didn’t know how to respond to that question. The truth was, I did miss seeing her face. Fuck that. That was bullshit!
“I’m not going to apologize for checking in on you, it’s my job,” I replied.
Sabrina rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, you’ve said that already. I hear you loud and clear. My daddy has given you the job of watching over me like a hawk. My every move. I don’t know what his game is but this is over the top, even for him.”
She was already walking down the hallway and I followed her.
“Where are you going?” I asked, catching up with her.
She had another one of her handbags hanging off the crook of her arm, and was wearing dark leather sandals to match it. There was a thick gold necklace resting just above her breasts. It looked very expensive.
