Chapter Three
Colt watched Grace from the café at the other side of the street.
Although she’d entered the lawyer’s office with her brother, she left alone. Grace walked at a brisk pace down the street. Colt threw some money on the table for his coffee and went after her. He was careful to keep his distance, lest she see him, but she seemed absorbed in her thoughts. Suddenly, she stopped. She dug into her purse and pulled out her phone.
Colt’s heart jolted as his phone vibrated against his chest. Was she calling him? He pulled it out and stared at the number he’d found and saved. Grace. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours and she was calling him. He grinned. Seduction had never been so easy. He swept his index across the screen.
“Hello?”
“Um, is this Colt?”
“Hello, Grace.”
She had her back to him, so he couldn’t read her face, but he imagined her biting her lip, nervously.
“How did you know it was me?”
Colt smirked. She was sharp.
“I recognized your voice,” he lied.
“Oh. Silence hung heavy in the air. She took two steps, then stopped, and cleared her voice. “Well, I was calling because you said, um—” She switched her purse from one arm to the other. “Um, how do I put this?”
Colt swallowed the chuckle lodged in his throat. If he laughed he’d come out as a bastard and that’s the last thing he wanted, but watching her struggle was endearing, not to mention, hot. Would she be just as hesitant when they were finally together?
Last evening, she hadn’t had any difficulties coming on to him, but the hidden aisle in a bookshop offered a certain degree of protection which daylight out in the street didn’t. With the sun shining down on them, everything was different. Shadows were brought to light, actions and words spoken in hurried whispers, transformed and the magnitude of what they’d done, grew. But he wouldn’t give her time to change her mind. It was too late for that.
“The book didn’t help?” he interjected.
“No.” she sounded relieved. “It didn’t.”
He waited for her to continue, giving her time to find the words she needed.
“Maybe we could meet for a cup of coffee,” she suggested.
“I’m not interested.”
Her sharp intake of breath was audible through the line.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
Colt cut her off.
“No, angel, you don’t understand. I’m not interested in coffee and neither are you. Why did you call me?”
She started moving again. Colt kept up with her, swerving left and right both to avoid bumping into people and being seen.
“Because I want you to make me forget,” she whispered.
“Good.” He dropped the tone of his voice. “I’ll tell you what I want, angel.” He paused. “I want to fuck you. I want to see you wearing something sexy and lacy and I want to rip it from your body and pound into your wet cunt until you practically beg me to stop.”
Grace slowed down to a standstill. A passerby almost crashed into her and through the speaker, he heard the man scream at her to move out of the way. She quickly pressed herself to the nearest store window and pretended to look at the items on display. The hand carrying her purse dropped to her side and she shook her head. Fuck. Was he losing her? Had he come on too strong?
“Grace, are you there?”
“Yes, sorry. I’m out on the street,” she explained.
“Is that what you want, too?” he persisted. He crossed to the other side of the street and found a new vantage point. He couldn’t suppress his grin when he finally saw where she was standing. No wonder she’d reacted in that way. She was right in front of a lingerie shop.
“Grace?”
She fanned herself with her hand.
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes? You want me to fuck you? To bring you orgasm after orgasm until you can’t stand?”
“God, yes,” she whispered.
Colt licked his lips. Part one of the plan was complete.
“Where do I pick you up?” he asked.
She gave him the address.
“That’s a hotel, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Angel, why didn’t you say so before? What’s your room number?” Colt asked.
“Oh, um, it’s 166.”
“I’ll be there at nine.”
Grace nodded.
“Okay.”
“See you tonight, angel. And Grace?”
“Yes, Colt?”
“Red is my favorite color.”
He hung up, without giving her a chance to reply. From where he stood, he saw her throw her phone back into her bag and straighten her shoulders. She smiled and entered the lingerie shop.
Damn, he could hardly wait for tonight.