Beneath These Lies (Page 54)

If someone was coming back for blood, I didn’t think I wanted to know when or how or who, so long as they stayed far, far away from me. And I wanted them to stay far, far away from Rix. I was not okay with him needing more bandages. The idea of him hurting made me want to draw blood from someone else.

Whoa. When had I turned into this woman? Being around Rix had some very unexpected side effects.

When he ended the call and walked back into the kitchen, his face was set in an implacable expression. “I gotta go. Be back when I can. I’ll take Trinity home too.”

“Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone.”

He turned, and I followed him back into the living room where he’d taken the call. Only this time I shut the French doors behind me.

“I wasn’t eavesdropping, but I heard some of what you said anyway.”

“And?”

“And I want to know if Trinity is going to be safe at her gran’s. The woman is elderly and not in the greatest health. If anyone is looking to use her as leverage again, won’t they just break in and grab her?”

“I guess you did hear plenty.” He lifted his hand to my face and tucked my hair behind my ear again. It was an intimate gesture, and one that was at odds with his stoic side. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to her. She’ll have someone watching out for her around the clock. I don’t expect they’ll retaliate that way, but I’m prepared for it regardless.”

“Good. Thank you.”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to thank me, duchess. I take care of the people under my protection.”

“So does that mean someone’s watching me too?”

Rix’s stare intensified. “I’ve had my guys on you for a while. Now, you’re never unprotected.”

Surprise rippled through me, but it wasn’t altogether unpleasant . . . until I recalled the dates I’d been on with Rhett. I wondered if he’d heard about those. My thoughts must have been written on my face, because Rix frowned.

“I didn’t always like what I heard, but I heard it anyway.”

Well, that answered that.

“You opening the gallery today?” he asked.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you have a plywood front window and you need to learn how to take a break.”

I stiffened at the second part of his statement. “I don’t tell you how to run your . . . business, so I don’t think you get the right to tell me how to run mine.”

He stepped closer, leaving no space between us, my breasts pressing against his chest. “Working six or seven days a week is gonna burn you out, duchess. And I want you smiling. Besides, tonight I got plans for you.”

He was right about the burnout. As much as I loved the gallery, threads of resentment were starting to form. My life was dictated by my work, which was completely normal for a small business owner, but I was starting to feel the weight of it more than I ever had in the past. Maybe because in the past I hadn’t had anything else competing for my attention like I did now. I hadn’t had a life outside my business.

“Now that Trinity is back and if you’ve got people staked out for security, I can see if she’s interested in taking on a few more hours a week. Remy already asked for more hours.”

Rix slid his hand into my hair and closed his fingers around it. The gesture was so him, so possessive, it unleashed butterflies in my stomach. “Good. I like that. So, tonight I’m gonna send you a text with instructions, and I want you to follow them to the letter.”

“What kind of instructions?” I asked.

“The kind I want you to follow without question. I may not be able to sit across a table from you at a fancy restaurant, but I can still take you out and show you a good time.”

My curiosity bloomed wildly. “And you’re not going to give me any hint of how you plan to show me a good time?”

A seductive smile slid across Rix’s face. “No. None at all. Follow the directions, and I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

With his grip on my hair, he tilted my head and lowered his lips to mine. The first passes were sips at my lips, and then when I opened to him, he took more. The kiss turned from simple to demanding in moments. Rix pulled away first.

Did I ever pull away first? No, because you’re completely lost in him whenever he touches you. How long had it been since I’d felt this comfortable with a man? Years. And something told me it was unique to Rix.

He released my hair and stepped back.

“Every time I taste you, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop. You test my control, duchess.” He brushed his lips across mine one more time and then he opened the French doors. His eyes met mine. “Tonight.”

REMY WAS SCHEDULED TO WORK with me today, and for that I was happy. I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts all afternoon if we happened to have a slow day for customers.

Rix’s promise about tonight and the text that was sure to come with the instructions I was required to follow was constantly on my mind. He was right. We couldn’t exactly go out in public and do anything normal couples did together, because we weren’t a normal couple by any stretch of the imagination.

I scoured my brain for what else we could possibly do and came up with mostly nothing. It was hard to imagine Rix setting up a private dinner for two somewhere off the beaten path. Me and him and candlelight and roses seemed out of character. But still, my mind jumped from one outlandish possibility to the next. I was not good at surprises. I wanted to know all the things, right now.