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“Didn’t you see Anneliese clinging to him? She went along on her own–so why are you making a fuss?” The reminder snapped Jessica out of it, and she looked closer.
Wow, her slim, porcin arms <i>slip </i><i>from </i><i>beneath </i><i>his </i><i>ck </i><i>suit </i><i>jacket</i><i>, </i><i>tightening </i><i>around </i><i>his </i>waist. Her fingers clutch at the back <i>of </i><i>his </i><i>shirt</i>, <i>pale </i>and <i>delicate </i><i>against </i><i>the </i><i>smooth </i><i>line </i><i>of </i><i>his </i><i>silk</i><i>–</i>d waist- wanting, aching, more than <i>words </i><i>could </i><i>ever </i><i>say</i>.
“Mmph!” She struggled to get a word out.
Zane finally loosened his grip, and Jessica snapped when she caught her breath.
“Are you kidding me? The guy already has a daughter! Let go of me!”
In a rush, Jessica grabbed his arm, ready to throw him over her shoulder.
Zane froze, eyes wide. “What the hell are you talking about? He’s never even been married and doesn’t have a single girlfriend. Where’s this daughter supposed toe from?”
Jessica whipped her head around, still fuming. “Seriously? But Annie swore his kid is grown!”
Zane let out a disbelievingugh. “Then, she must’ve mixed it up. That man’s still a virgin. You’re giving him way too much credit.”
A virgin<i>, </i>huh? <i>Well</i><i>, </i>that’s <i>not </i><i>exactly </i><i>a </i><i>bad </i><i>thing</i>. At <i>least </i><i>he’s cleaner </i><i>than </i>whatever <i>Zacharias </i>has been throwing around. No–wait<i>! </i><i>What </i><i>the </i><i>hell </i><i>am </i><i>I </i><i>thinking</i>? <i>If </i><i>Annie </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>snap </i><i>out </i><i>of </i>it, even some untouched rookie won’t do <i>her </i><i>any </i><i>good</i><i>! </i>
Jessica wanted to chase after him, but the hallway was already empty. No trace of anyone left. She shot Zane a re. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Zane put on an innocent expression and pointed toward the guest room. “Honestly, I think it’s better if you stay behind and deal with the mess. I spotted a camera in there. Do you really want me to check it? What if I end up seeing something I shouldn’t…”
“In
your dreams” Jessica shoved past him and bolted into the room.
He followed. The moment he stepped inside, the heavy stench of blood hit him.
On the floory Jameson, soaked in red.
Zane caught Jessica by the arm. “Enough. You should wait outside. I’ll handle this.”
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He worried the sight might be too much for her, but when he turned back, she had already slipped away.
Jameson was crouched as Jessica, sleeves rolled up, rained punches and kicks on him without hesitation. She beat him half–conscious, then out cold, then tried to bring him back again just to keep hitting.
Before she could go further, Zane pulled her back. “That’s enough. Any more and you’ll be the one facing charges.”
Jessica snapped, her voice sharp with anger. “It was that guy who did the beating, not me! Let go of me or I’ll give him a couple more for good measure.”
Zane was left speechless.
<i>Tch</i>. <i>She </i><i>looks </i><i>all </i>sweet <i>and </i>innocent–but <i>d’mn</i><i>, </i><i>she’s </i><i>sly </i><i>to </i>the <i>bone</i><i>. </i>
He let go, only to watch helplessly as Jessica drove another kick straight into Jameson’s crotch.
A blood–curdling scream tore through the air.
Just then, Jonathan stepped out of the elevator with Anneliese in his arms–and ran right into Carter and Joel.
His eyes snapped to Carter, urgency all over his expression. “Take a look at her. Now.”
However, instead of moving forward, Carter edged back, retreating in quick steps. <i>He’s </i><i>gotta </i><i>be </i><i>kidding </i><i>me</i>. <i>Why </i><i>the </i><i>hell </i><i>would </i>I step <i>closer </i><i>in </i><i>a </i><i>mess </i><i>like </i><i>this</i>? <i>What </i><i>does </i><i>he </i><i>think </i><i>I </i><i>am</i>–<i>some </i>idiot with zero <i>sense</i><i>? </i>
“I usually deal with brains and hearts, not women. You sure you want her in my hands?” Carter asked.
Jonathan’s brow creased. “Useless.”
His gaze slid to Joel. She just lifted her hands in surrender. “Want me to book you a room instead?<b>” </b>
Jonathan stayed silent, but the look he gave her was akin to him saying, <i>You’re </i><i>even </i><i>more </i><i>useless </i>
<i>than </i>he <i>is</i><i>. </i>
The woman in his arms seemed to lose what little self–control she had left. She writhed against him, tugging at his shirt, her hands slipping under the fabric to press against his skin.
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Her palms were soft and feverish, trailing down his back. Sparks seemed to catch where she
touched.
Jonathan’s jaw tightened. He strode out, though his stepscked their usualposure.
Carter and Joel instinctively stepped aside, clearing the way.
They watched Jonathan carry the woman straight out of the club and into his car. For a beat, the two exchanged a knowing look.
“Did he just send her to the hospital?” Joel muttered, looking almost regretful.
Caster gave her a knowing look. “Sometimes when you don’t strike while someone’s down, it’s because you’re after something bigger.”
Still, a flicker of sympathy stirred in him for Jonathan.
<i>The </i><i>hospital </i><i>isn’t </i><i>exactly </i><i>around </i><i>the </i><i>corner</i><i>–</i><i>hopefully </i><i>the </i><i>poor </i><i>guy </i><i>can </i><i>hold </i><i>out </i><i>through </i><i>the </i><i>ride</i>.
In the backseat of the Maybach, Jonathan had already told Zion to head straight to the hospital before raising the partition.
Anneliese was perched on hisp, wriggling restlessly in his arms.
She pushed her flushed face out beneath his ck jacket. Her forehead was damp with sweat. A few strands of hair clung to her cheek and slid down her pale neck, curling into the shadowed valley of her chest.
“Don’t move.” Jonathan’s voice came low. His gaze was dark as he tried to wrap the jacket back
around her.
<b>But </b>she shoved his hands away, both arms struggling free. “It’s too hot–I don’t want this.”
Anneliese felt as though a fire had been lit inside her. Heat and dizziness swept through her, scattering her thoughts until only instinct remained–Jonathan was the only cure her body
craved.