KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance)
He’s definitely looking at my back, and he definitely knows I’m losing it.
“Sir... you might want to... think about baseball? Or taxes?”
“Shut up, Alec,” I growl. “Think about your unemployment check, because that’s the next thing you’ll be seeing.”
“That’s it,” I growl, stepping out of my designated 'stillness' square.
The gravel crunches under my loafers like a gunshot.
“Alec, climb those stairs. We’re doing this the hard way!”
Alec starts walking up to me and I look at the dozens of bald heads still relaxing, like I'm not about to screw their peaceful little silence.