“She’s good, and I’m pretty sure that Skye has officially adopted her. Or she will if we can’t find her owner.” Hadley still thought the dog’s new name was ridiculous and hoped Skye changed her mind.
He simply nodded once and stood there looking slightly unsure of himself.
“Can we sit on the bed to talk?” She was feeling off-balance and she wanted to be as steady as possible. Sitting was better than standing.
“Oh yeah, of course.” He stepped back and motioned toward the big king-size bed. A thick-looking quilt with little blue stars was slightly rumpled, but he hadn’t pulled it back. And he was wearing lounge pants, a T-shirt and his laptop was open on the bed. So at least she hadn’t interrupted his sleep.
Sitting down, she said, “I just came here to ask you some questions but don’t feel obligated to answer anything.”
He didn’t sit on the bed next to her, but instead leaned against a nearby dresser. He reminded her of a caged lion as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, all the muscles in his forearms pulling tight. “Even if I know you won’t like the answer, I’ll be honest.”
She pushed out a breath, trying to gather her thoughts. “Why did you come to see me in person? I mean, why come tell me in person, especially since you kind of know Brooks and you didn’t know me at all.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m honestly not sure I have an answer. You looked so sweet in the picture of the file I got on you. I just needed to tell you in person. I wanted to meet you,” he muttered.
Oh. Well, that was certainly honest and she wasn’t sure what to do with it. “But you didn’t tell me. Instead you asked me on a date.” To her surprise he looked down then and made a sort of grunting sound. So she pushed up from the bed and stood in front of him. “Why?” she pushed.
“Because I find myself fascinated by you,” he murmured.
She wasn’t sure why he was but she found herself fascinated by him too. “The feeling is mutual.” Her voice was a whisper now. And when she swallowed hard, the sound felt overpronounced in the quiet room. “So why are you still here helping me?” she asked when he didn’t respond.
“Because I want to see this through. I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Do you feel like telling me how you ended up in your profession now? What happened after that first…job you did?” She was still trying to wrap her head around all of it.
He shoved out a breath. “I don’t feel like telling you, but I will. Come on, let’s sit together.”
The sexual tension between them seemed to skyrocket as she sat next to him on the edge of the bed. Being so close to him—on a big, welcoming bed—was messing with her senses.
“After I did what I did, I was feeling lost, I guess. I’d put out a few resumes, looking to do contract work overseas, and received a couple offers. Jobs with good pay and benefits. Then someone from my past reached out to me.” He cleared his throat once. “Someone who was pretty sure I had killed Williams. Couldn’t be certain, but this individual said that if I was looking for similar work, he had a job for me. And that it paid well. At first I balked, because there was no way I was getting into that kind of life. I knew he wasn’t looking to set me up because…”
Axel cleared his throat.
“This guy lives in shades of gray. Then he sent me the contract. The contract was for a piece of human garbage who had slipped through the legal system a dozen times. Had killed at least eight people. I won’t give you his list of crimes because they’re revolting, but someone wanted him dead and they were willing to pay. So I took the job. Then I took another one, and another one. It got easier with each job. This individual, the one who sends me contracts, is sort of like my handler but not quite. He sends me jobs he knows I’ll take. He’s a facilitator, I guess you could call it. But what I do is illegal, there should be no doubt about that.”
“Did he send you the contract on me?” she asked.
He nodded once, looking at her as he answered. “He sent it because he knew I would do something about it. He got it by mistake because you are not the kind of target we ever take.” Silence stretched between them for a long moment.
She tried to think of something to say, for a way to respond, but kept coming up blank. How the heck could she even respond to that? Thanks for not…what? Gah.
Axel stood abruptly. “Look, I understand if you want me to just leave. I’m—”
“No, that’s not what I want at all.” She reached out and grabbed his hand on instinct, not even sure why she was doing it. Liar, liar. She wanted to touch him, simple as that.
He sat back down next to her, his expression slightly thawing. At least it wasn’t completely neutral like before. Because she really hated that.
“I’m just trying to digest everything you told me. It’s kind of a lot.”
“I know. On top of all that, I know you’re dealing with other stuff too. Like being attacked at your school. When I saw him hurt you, I lost it,” he whispered. He reached up slowly, giving her time to push his hand away, and gently stroked a thumb over her throat, where her attacker had hurt her. His touch was feather soft and it sent little spirals of awareness curling through her until it all coalesced inside her belly.
She nodded slowly at his words, trying to get her brain to start functioning while he was touching her. She hadn’t forgotten about the attack, but the truth was that it had taken a back burner since meeting Axel. Because it was impossible to think straight around him, especially when he was touching her so gently. “So…is this profession something you plan on doing forever?” Because she didn’t think she’d be okay with that. No, she knew she wouldn’t.
He shook his head as he dropped his hand. “I think I’m done.”
“Seriously? Just like that?”
“If you ask me to quit, I will.”
She blinked once. “I don’t even know how to take that.” They didn’t even know each other. Why would he do that?
“There’s not a lot you can ask me that I wouldn’t do,” he said softly, surprising her as he linked his fingers between hers.
Heat bloomed inside her, a volcano spreading out to all her nerve endings. Oh yeah, she’d completely lost her mind because she really didn’t want to leave his room at all tonight.
“Do you think I could stay here with you tonight?” she whispered, feeling a little crazed and a lot turned on by him.
She was pretty sure she surprised him if the way he went completely still was any indication. She swore he even stopped breathing.
But he nodded and his eyes went molten hot.
*
Axel wasn’t sure what Hadley was thinking, but he certainly wasn’t going to tell her to leave. Not now, not ever. When she stared at him with those big brown eyes, with no recrimination—and he’d been so certain she’d hate him after he told her who he was and what he did for a living—he wanted to hold her close and never let go. But just because she wanted to stay the night with him didn’t mean she wanted anything physical.
And he was okay with that. “Will you give me a few minutes?” he asked, rising from the bed. Because if he didn’t put some distance between them, even for a few minutes, he was going to start kissing her senseless. And soon enough he’d be inside her.
She nodded, her cheeks all flushed and sexy as he headed to the bathroom. He wanted to brush his teeth and, okay, he needed space. To get his head on straight. There would be no sex tonight.
For reasons. Good ones. He just couldn’t think of any that mattered when he knew that she was in his room, waiting on his bed. That soon he could have her spread out under him, his face between her legs.
He had to stop himself right there. By the time he got his body under control and stepped back into the room, he found her on his bed, his laptop on her lap.
She flushed when she saw him. “I saw the camera feeds of my house and got curious.”
“You can use my computer for anything you want.” His whole life was about secrets, but he didn’t want to have any from her. “I was just scanning through the feeds to see if I missed anything.”
“It’s kind of weird that you had cameras at my place.”