Текст книги "In Too Deep"
Автор книги: Eliza Jane
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Chapter 50
Though I’d rather distract myself with Colt and the newness of our relationship, my new self-appointed assignment is gathering everything I can find on McAllister. I desperately need to feel in control of something again. My entire life is spiraling out of my grasp.
I stumble onto something of interest in McAllister’s personal banking records that I’ve hacked into. He made a very large cash transfer the day before the oil tanker crash. He invested one hundred thousand dollars into a stock called IBX.
I type it into Google. It’s a company that manufactures industrial cleaning solutions. They have a patented formula that attracts and disintegrates oil, and with a few more clicks, I learn that IBX was awarded the business for cleaning up the oil spill the Alliance caused. Holy shit!
Since IBX was awarded the business, their stock has shot up several hundred percent. I do some more digging and see that in a matter of weeks, McAllister has made two million dollars from his new stock purchase. And the cleanup efforts are expected to last for six months. My stomach clenches. By causing that oil spill, he’ll make millions.
I feel sick.
I head to Colt’s room, a plan spinning in my head as I make my way down the hall.
He opens the door and pulls me inside the room, happy to see me, as usual. “What’s wrong?” he asks, sensing the tension in my embrace.
“I know why McAllister did it, and it’s even worse than I thought.”
He frowns. “Come sit down.”
I am seething, but follow him to his bed and sit down beside him. Why does he look so nervous?
“He’s heavily invested in company that’s in charge of the cleanup, and after I caused the spill, his stock shot through the roof.”
His mouth gapes open.
“He’s already made two million on his initial investment.”
Colt looks down, clenching and unclenching his fists.
“Colt, say something.”
“What do you want me to say, Taylor?”
“That we’re going to stop him. He doesn’t deserve that money.”
He scoffs. “And what, you do? Because you were the one behind the controls?”
I flinch as though physically struck by his words. “Of course not. The money should go to the cleanup efforts. And he shouldn’t be in charge here, he should be in jail. This isn’t about me, Colt. What he’s doing is wrong.”
“He’s not just going to give up that money because you tell him to, Taylor. Grow up. And without him here, what would happen to this place? Think about it. We can’t turn him into the police – if we do that, you’ll be implicated too.”
He’s right, but why is his tone so crushing right now? I knew Colt didn’t want me meddling around in McAllister’s business, but why is he being so argumentative?
“What’s with you right now?” I challenge.
Colt takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly. His eyes are pure agony, an aching inside him I can practically see. “McAllister is my father.”
What? Holy hell! I study him, waiting for him to say something else, to explain this. How could I not have known? “But your last name…”
“Was McAllister,” he says. “I changed it to my mother’s maiden name before I came to Wilbrook.”
We watch each other in silence for a few minutes, the tension igniting the air around us. I pull back from him, moving further away on the bed as a wall erects itself between us. He is related to the man I hate. A voice in the back of my mind taunts me, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, as I remember Colt’s despicable behavior when I first met him.
“No matter what I think about him, I can’t force him out. He’s my father.” Colt’s voice is softer, more in control, but just as certain as before.
“Well then this conversation’s over.” I turn, and walk away, Colt’s silence ripping a hole through me as I go.
* * *
I keep my game face on as best as I can during the next week of classes, but any chance I get, I crawl into my bed. And after an entire day spent pretending – pretending that everything is fine, I finally let go and let the tears come.
The crush of heartbreak is all consuming. Between Colt’s rejection and the oil tanker assignment gone wrong – I am nothing but a shell.
I know I can’t stay here. Not now. Having to face McAllister and Colt – father and son –who run this place is way more than I’m capable of handling.
Even though I’d seen glimmers of hope – Colt hadn’t changed. Why hadn’t he ever told me McAllister was his dad? I’d been inside their house for heaven’s sake. Then again, he never told me about his brother either – and I don’t think it’s because he was hiding something.
Colt and I haven’t spoken a word. We don’t even make eye contact when we pass in the halls. I’ve skipped his class every day since we broke up. I can’t bear to see him in the martial arts studio where we used to train together during his private lessons.
I distract myself with online forums with nameless, faceless hacker friends that feel far safer than real relationships.
MJ and Logan follow me around like little shadows. I still haven’t told them anything – about the ship – or about Colt – instead letting them draw their own conclusions. And of course the conclusion around school is that Colt finally slept with me and moved on. The truth is far more painful.
Bria relished in taunting me in Zumba, remarking that now I know how it feels. She’s right. The highs and lows of Colt’s attention were all consuming. For once I felt sorry for all the girls before me. They’d played with fire and though it burned hot at the time, the after effects were scarring.
MJ finds me in bed at the end of the day. My little cocoon. I haven’t been able to speak about anything with her, knowing that I’d break down, but suspecting that I’m ready, MJ pushes me to talk. I lie in bed, gripping my body pillow for dear life as I open up to her. MJ sits beside me, patting my back as silent tears stream down my cheeks. I tell her all about McAllister, then all about Colt. She didn’t know they were related either. But I can practically see the, I told you so non-verbals rolling off of her.
“We’ll get you drunk and stupid so you won’t have to think about all this.”
I wipe my eyes, sitting up. Getting so drunk I can’t think sounds perfect.
“It’ll be your going away party.”
She assumes I’m leaving just like Jewel did. It would probably be the smart thing to do, but the truth is, I haven’t decided.
MJ makes a few calls, lining up a ride for us from one of her many off-campus guy friends she spends time with on the weekends.
“Cool. They’ll be here at ten to get us.”
“Okay.” I blow my nose, appreciative of MJs much needed distraction.
“Come on. We need to go to your computer lab.”
“For what?” I ask.
“We have to be eighteen to get into the club tonight, so you’re going to make us fake IDs.”
I roll my eyes. MJ has vastly over estimated my abilities, as usual.
Chapter 51
Taylor is asking me to do something I cannot do. How does she expect me to ask my father to leave his own company? And she thinks he’ll just go willingly? I knew when she discovered my connection to McAllister, I’d lose her. I try to remind myself of that. My relationship with her had been doomed from the start. It doesn’t mean I don’t feel like shit for how she found out. If I was better at this relationship stuff, I would have figured out a way to tell her before now. And then maybe we’d still be together.
McAllister came back today and even thought there were a million things I wanted to say to him, to scream at him, I knew none of it would matter. He wouldn’t change who he was.
I’ve heard thought the grapevine that she’s going home. And tonight’s her going away party. I watch her leave with MJ, climbing inside some guy’s SUV, wearing a tiny skirt and a revealing tank top. I don’t like it.
Jealously spikes up inside me. It’s not an emotion I’m used to and it takes me a second to recognize it. Then I realize what this means. Taylor is mine. I just need to find a way to show her that.
I consider getting in my car to follow them, but I force myself back inside.
I shower and shave, dress quickly, then head off to find Logan.
He’s in the rec room playing video games.
“Hey man.”
“Oh, hey.” He glances up at me.
When I don’t move he pauses the game and turns to face me, his expression not particularly friendly. “I need your help tonight.”
Logan’s glare is icy and cautious. “And why would I help you?”
“I have some things I need to say to her before she leaves.”
He sighs. “Okay.”
I have no idea what he must think of me, the way I hurt Taylor, but I’m thankful he agrees to help me. I learn from Logan they’ve gone to Taste, a dance club in the next town over.
Logan hesitates beside my car. “I won’t be able to get into the club. MJ and Taylor brought fake IDs.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get you in.” I get in the car, waiting for Logan to follow.
When we pull up in front of the club, I opt for the valet parking, wanting to get in to see her as quickly as I can. I don’t like the idea that she’s out with another guy.
A kid who barely looks old enough to have his license grins from ear to ear when he sees my BMW. Logan and I exit the car, and when we reach the front door, I slip the bouncer a fifty, ensuring he doesn’t ask Logan for an ID. He lets us in without any fanfare.
Inside the club it’s stuffy and hot. People grind rhythmically to the loud music thumping from the speakers. I scan the club, searching for Taylor. My eyes flick past girls scantily clad and dancing in groups. But I don’t see Taylor or MJ, or those two frat boys they came with.
I turn to Logan motioning to the top floor. “Go look upstairs. I’ll look down here,” I shout above the music.
He nods, and sets off through the crowd.
I make my way deeper inside the club, and spot MJ and the two guys sitting in the VIP area, which is little more than a few tables and plush bench seats in the corner of the club.
MJ spots me and her face falls. She jumps up to meet me before I reach their table. I don’t see Taylor anywhere.
MJ grabs my arm, leading me away from the guys. “What are you doing here?”
“Where is she?”
“She went to the bathroom. Chill.”
I turn and head off to the bathrooms. Didn’t girls usually go in groups? I don’t like that MJ’s left her alone.
I navigate my way around the half dozen girls waiting in line for the bathroom and do a quick check of the stalls. I recognize Taylor’s sandals from underneath the stall door on the far end.
I knock on the door. “Taylor? Are you okay?”
No response. I knock again. “Taylor? It’s Colt. Open up.”
A second later, the lock turns and she’s standing in front of me, peering through the cracked door, tears streaming down her beautiful face. I push open the door and take her in my arms.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” I hold her at arm’s length, inspecting her. If someone’s laid one fucking hand on her, I’ll end them.
She shakes her head. “Nothing happened,” she hiccups.
I pull her to me again, relief washing over me. She puts her arms around me too, weeping into my neck. “Please don’t cry, baby.” The word slips from my lips and instantly she stiffens in my arms.
She frees herself from my embrace and backs up, stumbling until she’s against the far wall, away from me. I hate the distance between us.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.
I reach out and grip her arms, holding her steady. She’s clearly been drinking. “How much have you had to drink?”
“I don’t know,” she says, rubbing her temples with her fingers.
Someone pounds on the door. “Can you guys get a room? There are people waiting out here.”
“Just a second,” I shout over the top of the door. “Are you okay to go out?”
She nods weakly, her blue eyes locked on mine. When she looks at me, it’s like she can see all of me, everything I am, not just what I want her to see. It scares the hell out of me.
I give her some tissue to wipe her eyes, and when she’s ready I lead her out of the bathroom. We stop near the VIP area where her friends are sitting, Logan included.
I take her elbow, stopping her from going any farther. She turns and looks at me, her eyes searching mine.
“I’m taking you back.”
She studies me for a second, like she’s considering it. Then she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, clearing her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Colt.”
“Well I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stay here with guys you don’t know when you’ve been drinking. Please, let me take you back, Taylor.”
Her face softens; her resolve to say no crumbling away. “Okay,” her voice is shaky, barely above a whisper.
She goes to tell MJ she’s leaving while I stand at the edge of the lounge waiting. MJ’s eyebrows dart up and she regards me with disgust. Nothing new there. She and Taylor exchange a few tense words. Whatever Taylor says to her next works, because MJ nods and gives her a hug goodbye and then Taylor’s at my side again.
“Logan can get a ride with them, right?”
“You brought Logan with you? Why?”
“I had to find you.”
Her eyes light up, studying mine.
I nod to Logan and he tips his chin, signaling he’s okay.
I grip Taylor’s hip, holding her by my side and lead her out of the club.
Chapter 52
I don’t know what prompted Colt to come after me tonight, but Lord help me, I will need all the strength I can muster not to go crawling back to him. Despite his relation to McAllister and his indifference toward the crime I was coerced into committing, I find I’m still captivated by him. And the alcohol coursing through my system is giving me an unhealthy dose of courage. Coupled with the way my body still responds to him, this isn’t going to be good.
He bustles me to the door, his touch possessive as if telling everyone in the club I’m his. His eyes stay on me, like I’m the most fascinating thing in the room. That has to be my imagination, right?
He’s stays silent on the drive back, looking thoughtful as he concentrates on the road. Once we reach the academy, Colt leads me straight to his bedroom. And I don’t argue. It’s where I want to be too.
He flips on a lamp in the corner and dim light floods the room. I head straight for his bed, my legs feeling shaky. I remove my sandals and lie back on his bed. The room spins when I close my eyes, so I open them again. “I don’t feel so good.”
He’s beside me in an instant, caressing my hair back from my forehead. He leans closer, his spicy cologne making my stomach tingle and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll get you some water. Stay here.”
As if I could move.
He gets me a glass of water and two Tylenol. “Here. Take these.”
I sit up to swallow down the pills and finish the glass of water. The water is refreshing and I begin to feel better, more clear-headed almost instantly. “Thank you.”
“Better?” he asks softly, sitting down next to me.
I nod.
He takes my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. The spark between us hums, definitely still there, I note.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers, leaning near my ear.
Is he smelling my hair? I shiver. God that’s hot. “I’ve missed you too.” My mouth is working independently of my brain again. Filter, Taylor.
Suddenly he’s kissing me. His lips are on my mouth, his warm palm pressed against my cheek, then he’s tilting my jaw, moving his mouth against my neck, pushing my hair off my shoulders as he ignites a damp, tingling path across my throat. I gasp and grip his shoulders, melting at his touch.
Just as suddenly as he kissed me, he stops. “I’m sorry. I…” He runs his hands through his hair. “I don’t know why I did that.”
I scoot over closer, climbing into his lap. “It’s okay, I want you to.” I run my fingers through his hair. His eyes fall closed at my touch and my heart dances in my chest. This feels so right. I don’t allow myself to think about anything other than Colt, Colt’s touch, Colt’s mouth, Colt’s hips moving against mine.
I hold on tightly around his neck while his hands roam under my shirt. He expertly caresses me, his fingers running across my stomach and ribs, before slowly making his way north with feather-light fingertips.
I let out a ragged moan, and Colt instantly mirrors my response, groaning his desire for me near my ear.
My brain snaps into action. “Wait Colt.” I pull back from his kisses, looking into his eyes. The distance is just enough to clear my head. I pull a few ragged breaths into my lungs, concentrating on what’s happening between us. It strikes me that despite our eager reunion, I don’t know where we stand. “Does this mean we’re back together?”
He moves to my neck, kissing his way to my collarbone. “Of course baby. If you want me still.”
My body clenches, shouting yes! I do want that, but something tugs in the back of my mind. After everything that’s happened, can I trust Colt? And what about McAllister? “Shouldn’t we talk about what we’re going to do about McAll..I mean, your dad?”
He strokes my hair back from my face. “I told you there’s nothing we can do.” He continues kissing my neck. “Shh, baby. No more talking.”
I place my hands on his chest, pushing him back. “Stop.” Tears spring to my eyes. I realize this is a package deal for me. I need someone who’s strong enough to stand up for me, to fight alongside me. And this – the physical stuff between us isn’t enough. I want more. I’ve always wanted more. “If that’s how you feel…then I need to go.”
“Taylor, wait.” His hand encircles my wrist.
I close my eyes, steeling my nerves. “Let me go.”
He releases my wrist, and I tumble from his bed on shaky legs and make a dash for the door.
Chapter 53
I awake in the morning hung over and feeling awful. Bits and pieces of last night stream into my consciousness. A slow familiar ache spreads through me, like with Wes, but a thousand times worse. Had I truly believed I could tame Colt? I was no one special. Just someone who called him on his bullshit. Something about that realization strikes me – maybe that’s exactly what he needs. Perhaps I am special. But it’s too painful to remember his reaction last night after we kissed. I run my hands over my face. I have no tears left to cry, so I force myself out of bed and into the shower, despite the early hour. I know what I have to do today.
A short while later I steady myself in front of his door. Regardless of my feelings for Colt, this is the right thing to do. I rehearse the speech in my head one more time. I take a deep breath, then pull open the door to McAllister’s office.
When I enter the office without knocking, McAllister stands.
“What you did was inexcusable. You have no business…”
“I know,” he interrupts, looking tired. Exhausted actually.
I step back, my hands falling from my hips. “You know?”
“Colt talked to me this morning. I understand that you were going to go to the police if I didn’t step aside and hand the company over to him.” He holds up his hands in surrender. “You got what you wanted. He’ll be in charge, and I’ll stay on as a consultant.”
I’m utterly speechless. Colt already spoke to him. It’s then that I notice much of his office is packed up, boxes lying scattered across the room, files open and disorganized on his desk.
“Why are you still here?” he asks after a few tense moments. “You got what you wanted.”
I shake my head. “There’s one more thing.”
He cocks his head, looking at me quizzically.
* * *
I know I need to find Colt, to find out why he’s done this, but I can’t bear to face him right now, so I retreat to the safety of my computer lab. I need time to process all this.
So much for being alone. Colt is sitting inside the lab as if he’s waiting for me.
I stop just inside the door. “Hi.”
My hearts pounds looking at this achingly gorgeous guy who I can’t have, who I’m pretty sure no longer wants me. I blush at my behavior last night. Getting drunk with guys I don’t know, going to his bedroom, throwing myself at him, then pushing him off me and storming away like an impulsive child. Meanwhile, he’s talked his father into leaving.
The silence between us is chilling. I wait for him to say something, but he makes no move to speak. He just quietly watches me like I’m the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. God I wish I knew what he was thinking.
“So are your parents on their way to come collect you?” His voice is cold, unemotional.
“I never actually called them.” I sit down in my usual chair. Between everything with Colt and McAllister and the ship disaster weighing on me, I hadn’t been ready to talk to my mom –or break the news that I was coming home.
“Why not? Seemed like you had your mind made up.”
“I thought I had too, but I still had some unfinished business here.”
He flinches. Yes, he was part of that unfinished business. But was he still? That was the million dollar question. Or actually, two million.
“Speaking of…” I hold up an envelope and hand it to Colt.
“What’s this?” He turns the plain white envelope over in his hands.
“Open it.”
Colt looks at me for a moment, then carefully breaks the seal on the envelope and slides out a two million dollar check to the Center for Cervical Cancer Research, made out in honor of Elaina Palmer. His breath catches. When his eyes flick to mine, they’re filled with incredible emotion.
It was my last request of McAllister, to see that all of money be donated to a good cause. This is the first installment. The next check I want donated to the region affected by the oil spill. When I told him what I had in mind, he didn’t even argue. He hastily made out the check and handed it to me. I suspected it had something to do with safeguarding that one day in the future, maybe he’d have the chance to rebuild his relationship with his son.
Colt’s still quietly studying the check in his hands, but there are a few more things I need to say to him.
“I wanted to…thank you.” I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head. Why did everything feel so horribly formal between us? “I talked to McAllister. You changed your mind about helping me. Thank you,” I say solemnly.
“I wanted to help you, I just had to figure out how, Taylor. He’s my dad.” Colt inhales sharply and runs his hands through his already disheveled hair. “He and I already had a terrible relationship. Running him out of his own company didn’t help that any, but you were right, it had to be done.” He meets my eyes, his gaze steely and intense. “I just needed time to see that.”
Gosh, of course he needed time. Was I so selfish that I just expected him to disown his father on my command? The achy feeling in my chest intensifies. This is not going the way I expected. What must he think of me?
“Not to mention, the thought of being the head of an international multi-million dollar corporation at age nineteen is a little overwhelming.” He smiles softly and my stomach flips.
Oh God. My feelings for him haven’t faded. Not one bit. If anything, after this, they’ve intensified.
“So I suppose we’re back to Mr. Palmer, then given your new role?”
He smirks, and shakes his head slowly. “No. But if I can, I’d like to use my pull around here to see if I can get you to stay. Of course, that’s up to you.”
My heartbeat builds, waiting to see where this conversation is going.
But we both stay quiet. A few moments later Colt stands nods once politely and leaves. The empty feel of the room haunts me after he’s gone.
* * *
“Taylor,” MJ sighs, pulling me up from my bed. “This has got to stop.” She studies me with concerned expression.
I close my eyes, silently pushing back the heartbreak, Colt’s rejection. And I take a deep breath to clear my head.
“You mope around. You barely speak. You don’t eat. You zone out in class.”
I can’t argue with her. Everything she’s said is true.
“And Colt’s the same way. Distracted, sad and sulky. She shudders. “I’ve never seen him sulk. In fact, I didn’t think he had any human emotions before you got a hold of him.”
I look up at her. Colt, sad? No. He could’ve easily made this right between us, but he hadn’t. This is what he wanted. I forced his dad away and forced him into a role he wasn’t sure he wanted. I ruined any chance we had.
“Taylor, I can read it on him plain as day. He misses you. The line of girls streaming from his bedroom was his defensive mechanism. He was scared. But you showed him another way.”
“Don’t.” I hold up one hand, stopping her. I can’t allow myself to hope. It would only destroy me again. What happened to the MJ who hated Colt? Was disgusted by his very existence? I missed that MJ. I needed her level-head to keep my feet on the ground and not allow this crazy line of thinking to continue. I was not the girl who would change Colt. He truly was beyond help.
MJ squeezes my hand. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but…he loves you. I can see it in the way he looks at you. He’s heartbroken without you. ”
“Are you high?”
“I wish.” She rolls her eyes. “Go talk to him. Okay?”
I nod while tears irrationally well in my eyes.
“And if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go throw up now for suggesting you be with Colt.”
I laugh despite my teary eyes. “Thanks, MJ.”
She gives my hand a squeeze then leaves me alone.
* * *
I tap lightly at the door to the office.
“Come in,” his voice calls.
I open the door to find Colt behind a heavy wooden desk, clicking away on his keyboard in his newly appointed, but bare office. He’s deep in concentration and doesn’t look up from the screen. He’s dressed in a button down shirt and dress pants, and would have looked professional and sophisticated if it wasn’t for his messy bedroom hair. I sigh; his hair that always invited my touch. When I think about how good he looks, I feel a little stabbing pain my chest. Is this what heart failure feels like?
I blink the thought away.
When I look at him again, he’s stopped typing and is watching me intently.
“Hi,” I offer, my voice trembling against my will.
“Hi.”
I take a deep breath, hoping to clear my head. “I’m here for my next assignment,” I inform him, sounding business-like and confident, I note.
He smiles one of his sexy half-smiles, making my stomach twist. “Are you now?” He rises from his chair, placing his palms flat on the desk in front of him, leaning in toward me. “So eager this morning. What changed your mind?”
“You,” I say boldly, meeting his eyes.
He watches me cautiously, neither of us moving. That familiar buzz of electricity still hums between us.
My eyes flick down from his, and instead focus on his hands, still flat on the desk. I don’t know why, but suddenly I feel self-conscious around him. “Thank you for what you did.”
“Thank you for that donation honoring my mother. That was very kind of you.”
I nod silently. “So about my next assignment…that’s not the only reason I came down here.”
He smiles, tilting his head as he watches me.
“I do intend to stay, but there’s something more I want too.”
“More?” he asks, a slight smile tugging on his lips.
And after everything he’s already done for me, how can I possibly be asking for more? But his impish little smile urges me on.
I take a deep breath. “Us. The girlfriend thing…is that all in our past?” I look down, blushing.
Suddenly he’s around the desk, standing in front of me, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. My heart flies into my throat. The contact of his skin sends a jolt through my stomach and my body clenches in response.
“I hope not, because I was quite fond of that idea.” He brings his hand up to cradle my jaw, his thumb skimming across my bottom lip. I eagerly open my mouth, my lips complying greedily at his touch. His voice washes over me in just a whisper, “I’m game, if you’re okay with teaching me about this whole having a girlfriend thing. There’s a lot I don’t know.”
I nod. “I can teach you.” My voice is breathless as my body instantly responds to his touch. “And there are probably a few things you can teach me too.”
He looks at my quizzically. “Like what?”
“My eighteenth birthday is next week.” I wait for my meaning to sink in.
His eyes get wide. “Always so sassy.” He shakes his head. “But you forget, I make the rules around here now.”
“And?” I challenge.
“Maybe I’m not so keen on waiting anymore.”
Whoa. He’s so freaking hot like this.
Colt leans down to kiss me, stopping before our lips touch. The wait is agonizing. “God I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I groan as his words tug at me, feeling wanted and very desirable. I reach up and grab his hair, forcing his lips to mine. Turns out, I’m not so keen on this waiting thing either.
After a deep kiss, Colt pulls back and peppers my lips with several chaste kisses. He’s smiling. It’s so good to see him happy. I take stock of how I feel. And in this moment, I decide nothing could be better. I’m choosing my future: a relationship with Colt, this crazy school, all of it, and feeling very up for my next adventure. Life is good.
“So you’re in charge now?” I ask, while Colt nuzzles into my neck, inhaling deeply. But it’s really not a question, more of an observation.
He smirks. He looks confident, completely in control, yet I can’t help but remember his comment from before about not wanting all this.
“How do you feel about all that?” I inquire.
“I got this, baby.” He leans down to kiss me again. I wonder if he’s talking about being in charge of the school, or learning how to be a proper boyfriend. Or maybe both.
Without breaking the kiss, he kicks the door closed behind us. Colt being in charge is going to have its perks.
* * *
Stay tuned for book two, the sexy conclusion to In Too Deep…
Tempted
by Eliza Jane
Seventeen year old Taylor has survived her first year at the Wilbrook Academy for gifted teens. Even more difficult than her hacking assignments is learning to trust that her boyfriend Colt’s manwhoring ways are history. But if she can get over his past, she may get her first chance at love. When an extended field assignment takes Colt and his ex-fling Bria to London, Taylor gets stuck entertaining Colt’s younger, and just as tempting brother, Reis. Can she trust Colt alone with Bria? And what about when emotionally available and baggage-free Reis makes his feelings for her clear, will she be the one tempted to cheat?
Tempted will be released November 4, 2013
