“I don’t know where you get off with all this,” I said, feeling a bit angry. “You send me lingerie, you flirt with me, hell, you even kiss me. You ran to my aid like you needed to defend me.”
“I was defending you,” he pointed out.
“Cox had it covered. I didn’t need you.”
“Yes, you did.” He stood and walked toward me. “You pretend like you’re all high and mighty, like you’re above this. But we both know you’re not.”
“I don’t think I’m above anything. I just know you’re an ass and this is wrong.”
“That’s it, right there.” His smirk was infuriating. “You don’t even see it. The only reason you’re so mad about all of this is because you know you want me, and you want me badly.”
I clenched my glass of wine and shook my head. “No. It’s not true.”
“The more you fight back, the more I know you want me. Stop pretending and give in to me.”
“Asshole.”
He stopped inches away from me, just like the other day out on the lawn. I stared up at his gorgeous eyes, my mouth hanging open, and I knew what I wanted. But I also knew that wanting something didn’t make it right.
That didn’t matter to Carter. Without another word, he puled me against him and kissed me deeply.
That feeling came over my again. It was a rush of desire, intense and powerful, something I’d never experienced before. He kissed me hard, tongue in my mouth, and I pressed my body closer against his large, hard chest. He took the drink from my hand and placed it on a side table as we walked together toward the couch on the far wall.
We continued to kiss, my hands on his strong arms and his hands on my hips, as he steered me to the couch.
“Wait,” I said suddenly. “Wait, wait.”
He broke off the kiss, his lips lingering on my neck. “What?”
“Bathroom,” I said, breathless.
“Why?”
“Where is it?”
“Down the hall, on the right.”
I pulled away from him, turned, and practically ran out of the room.
I didn’t need to use the bathroom, but I did need an excuse to get myself away from him. I knew that if he got me onto that couch, I’d give him exactly what we both wanted. But I also knew that if I did that, I’d never want to stop, and that was so much more dangerous.
The only way to make sure that didn’t happen was to physically remove myself from the situation. Otherwise, I wasn’t going to be able to resist him.
I hurried down the hall toward the bathroom, not really thinking about anything but Carter. His lips, his arms, his body against mine . . .
My foot knocked into something that felt like a soccer ball and I stumbled. Frowning, I looked down at the ground.
Thick, red moisture all over the carpet. I took a step back, my heart racing fast in my chest. I followed the trail of blood toward the thing I had kicked.
Staring back at me was the head of a dog, blood dripping from its severed neck.
I screamed, and kept screaming, until someone came to pull me away.
12
Carter
“How the fuck could you let this happen?”
I glared at Cox, anger swelling through me. I couldn’t believe security had been so goddamn lax, and that Emily was the one to stumble across that fucking head.
“Sir, I checked the logs. The tapes have been destroyed. I don’t know how this happened.”
“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” I knew I was lashing out at Cox because I had nobody else to blame, but fuck, it was his job to keep the mansion safe.
As soon as I heard Emily scream, I was out into the hall running as fast as I could. I found her standing over the dog head, her eyes wide in horror, and I quickly pulled her away from it. I signaled to security with my phone while I took her back to her room.
She was visibly shaken up, but I thought she was going to be okay. I left her there alone and sent a message to Evelyn to make sure she was fine. She got back to me immediately and said she’d check in on Emily once she understood the situation.
Back in the hallway, Cox and his team had secured the area and were carting off the dog head. I ordered them to stop before they could get too far.
I walked over to the head and turned it over in my hands. It felt heavy, surprisingly heavy. I dug my thumbs into the skin and fur on the back of the skull, making one of the security guys gag. I found what I was looking for and slowly peeled the skin away.
Revealing a robotic cage and circuitry.
“It’s fake?” Cox asked, surprised.
“Fake,” I confirmed. “I recognized it right away. We’ve been working on animal robot prototypes, and this was meant to be our mascot’s robot. I guess we’ll have to rebuild it.”
Cox shook his head, clearly surprised.