Alexandra
My ride home seemed to take forever. The traffic was heavier than normal, but I made it in time to pick up my kitchen and living room.
I’m not sure what I was thinking when I invited Colton here. Knowing we have to talk about what happened between us last month and today, I just jumped at the chance.
Not much of a cook, I put a frozen lasagna in the oven. I really don’t have an appetite, but I’m Italian and we always have food for company.
I hear what I’m sure is the rumble of Colton’s motorcycle. This man makes me nervous, but not in a scary way…well, maybe scary for my heart. It’d be so easy to get lost in him. I’ve never needed a man in my life but I could make an exception for him. He makes me feel sexy and safe. What woman wouldn’t want that?
There’s a loud knock on my door. Immediately, I remember Colton’s big hands on my body. I was putty in them, those hands that gave me such pleasure.
I shake my head because tonight is not about a repeat performance. It’s about making a plan to ensure Colton isn’t charged with a murder he didn’t commit.
I practically run to the door, but pause to take a deep breath, composing myself. When I finally open it, I gasp unintentionally.
Standing before me is the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He must stand at least six and a half feet tall. My eyes rake over his body. His baby blue T-shirt is molded tightly to his muscles.
I’ve fantasized about those muscles. Wanting to run my mouth over every inch of them, I’ve gotten myself off imagining it.
His voice brings me out of my stupid drunk-like state. “Hey Goldie, are you going to invite me in?”
Jesus, I must look like an idiot staring at him.
“Sorry, I, um, come on in,” I say, opening the door wider.
Colton smirks. I immediately feel hot.
Get your shit together, Alex.
Colton walks past me and I discreetly take a deep breath. I’ve missed his scent. I didn’t want to wash it off me after our night together.
He looks around. “Nice place.”
“Thanks. Can I get you something to drink? I have lasagna in the oven. I wasn’t sure what to do here, Colton.” I let out a nervous laugh.
“Me neither, darlin’. I’ve never been accused of murder before. And I’ve never slept with the person who holds my fate in her hands.”
I move to lean against the kitchen counter while Colton turns a chair around and sits down. Christ. He’s straddling the chair, wearing black jeans that are tight around his thighs.
I rub my legs together to try and quell the ache between them as I envision sitting on his lap. Preferably naked.
Colton’s gaze pierces through me, right to my soul. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.
Needing to get back on track, I clear my throat.
“Colton, I’m not going to charge you with a murder you didn’t commit.” Shaking my head, I continue, “What I have to do is figure out a way to keep Miller and Anderson off your back. The more I think about it, telling Tim that I’m your alibi may be the only way to get them to leave you alone.”
Suddenly, Colton is out of the chair and in front of me, caging me in.
“Alexandra. I don’t want you to tell anyone you are my alibi. And I sure as fuck don’t want you messing with Miller and Anderson,” he growls.
The sound of my name coming from his mouth mesmerizes me.
“Did you hear me?” he asks while staring at my lips.
Needing to put some distance between us, I duck under his arm and move to the other side of the kitchen. He stands in place for a minute with his back to me.
“I thought I didn’t scare you, Alexandra?” He slowly turns to face me, and I see the same look he had the night I met him. Passion.
It’s all I can do not to rip my clothes off and beg him to take me here on my kitchen table. This man has made me lose control. I’m not sure I like it.
“I’m not scared, but maybe I don’t trust you,” I say, knowing it’s a lie.
“Is that right?”
He knows I’m not telling the truth. I swallow hard and clear my throat.
“Fine. I don’t trust myself around you, but that’s beside the point. We need to figure out what the hell is going on and why the cops think you killed one of their own.”