Cindy Kimberly Hot Novels & Stories

I sign, then realize the futility and pull out my phone to type instead. Before Raymond can answer, a voice cuts through the morning air—high-pitched, saccharine, and instantly recognizable. "Good morning, everyone!" No. Please, no. I turn slowly, already knowing what I'll see. Kimberly sashays toward us, her blonde hair perfectly curled despite the early hour, wearing skin-tight leggings and a crop top that shows more skin than is practical for a tracking mission. Her lips curve into that practiced smile, the one that never reaches her eyes.

Careful not to wake her. Kimberly walked back and forth in the small room until her legs and back ached, then she perched on the edge of the bed and stared at the door. One again, she had no idea how much time had passed or when Asher Adams would return. She only knew that she was afraid and desperately needed to go home. One thing she had learned in the past few days was that she wasn't ready to die. And she didn't trust her rescuer. She rested her elbows on her thighs and dropped her head to her hands.