CHAPTER 19
Travis
I awoke to find Scarlett’s head resting on my chest, relieved to see that the previous night hadn’t all been just a dream.
It had been the best night of my life. The memory of her riding me, her breasts bouncing in my face, and the feel of her warm, wet skin on mine made me aroused all over again.
Shit. Ain’t got time for that now. There’ll be plenty of time in Prague though, I thought.
Struggling to control my rising erection, I swiftly rose out of bed to get a cold shower.
I looked down at my watch.
11:00? Shit.
How did I sleep in that long?
But then again, I supposed I had worn myself out. It had definitely been worth it though.
After showering, I paused in the living room, right before heading to make coffee. I looked towards the front entrance.
The door was open…
What the fuck? Did we leave it open all night? I wondered. I found that unlikely though.
A sick feeling formed in the pit of my stomach.
I ran to grab my revolver from my suit and then searched room-to-room, armed with nothing but my boxers and a fully loaded .357.
But I found nothing.
I went back to check on Scarlett. She was still sound asleep.
Deep disappointment came over me.
What had I done? I couldn’t keep the girl safe if my defenses were down. And if her dad found out, I was screwed.
At that moment, I decided that no one needed to know. The longer I stared at the door, the more convinced I became that in the heat of passion, I’d forgotten to close it behind us.
Regardless, I needed to get a grip. My feelings for Scarlett were causing me to lose my sharpness, which was something I simply couldn’t afford.
I went to make coffee and tried to clear my head. I suddenly remembered why I didn't do emotions; they confused the hell out of me.
After filling two mugs, I went back to Scarlett’s bedroom. She was stirring, rubbing her face as she rose from under the covers.
“Hey, handsome.” Her breasts hung down, swinging deliciously as she leaned forward to take a mug from me.
“Time to get ready. We got a plane to catch,” I said, a little too gruffly.
“Okay, grumpy. Give me half an hour,” she said with a frown before blowing on the hot coffee.
I stood in front of her for a second, inner turmoil threatening to overwhelm me. Taking a deep breath, I cleared my mind further. I then visualized the dark saloon I’d seen as we’d left the hotel and the obscured figures sitting within.
Had there been three of them in the car? Had there really been anyone in it at all?
My mind ran through the rest of the evening, focusing on the details. I couldn’t recall anything else that seemed important. All I could readily recall was the rage I’d felt, and the way Scarlett had effortlessly soothed it away.
She had disarmed me.
Vowing to myself I wouldn’t let my guard down again, I turned away from her. I couldn't even meet her gaze without a pang of guilt rising in my gut.
“Okay, Scar. I’ll be getting my stuff together.” I then left the room, barely feeling the burn of the coffee as I drained half the cup in one gulp.