Black Velvet: A Black's Bandits Novel by Lynn Raye Harris

Author:Lynn Raye Harris [Harris, Lynn Raye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781941002728
Publisher: H.O.T. Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-09-26T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Nerves fluttered in Robbie’s belly like trapped butterflies. She swallowed as she checked her reflection in the mirror. She’d put on a blue maxi dress with white Keds and a thin white sweater to cover her arms.

Why had she agreed to go to a cookout with a bunch of strangers? She’d spent the morning working—avoiding Dax, really—and when she’d emerged from her office and seen him in his athletic shorts and form-fitting tee, her stomach knotted so tight she’d caved in as soon as he told her what he wanted to do.

She could still tell him no. It wasn’t too late. She was the client, and Dax couldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do. Except boss her around about her personal safety, which was completely different from forcing her to attend a random event with people she didn’t know.

Her phone buzzed with an incoming text. She groaned when she saw the name.

Asshole: Hey, beautiful. How are you today?

How was she? She’d gone to bed sexually frustrated. She was falling for a man who might not be any good for her, despite saying she was done with men, and someone had broken into her house and threatened to kill her. Oh, and her stalker was almost certainly back in the business of writing hateful things to her.

Yeah, so not all that great really.

Robbie snatched up the phone, frustration humming deep inside. Fine, thanks. I’m working right now. Can’t text.

It was a lie, but she had no problem lying to Trent. He certainly hadn’t had a problem lying to her.

Asshole: Okay. I want to see you soon. Can we figure something out?

Robbie: I’ll text you later.

Asshole: Tonight?

Robbie groaned. Yes. Bye.

He didn’t text back. She thought he might be learning. Now if only she could find the balls to block him permanently, she’d be doing great. But she didn’t like confrontations, and he would damned sure get confrontational if she blocked him.

She grabbed her handbag and went to meet Dax. He was waiting in the kitchen, at the island, and her heart skipped a beat. Good lord, he was handsome. He wore jeans, a navy T-shirt with three buttons at the neck—undone—and a pair of black Nikes.

He looked her over with heated eyes. Her skin prickled.

“Do we really have to go?” she asked.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Like I told you, it’s good practice. But if you’d rather not, say the word and I’ll text excuses.”

Robbie grumbled. She knew he was only trying to prepare her. Vegas was going to be a thousand times more intense and busy. She couldn’t run away when she had a contract to fulfill. Her assistant was an extrovert who had no problem talking to people, but she could only do so much. The organizers had paid Roberta Sharpe for a speech, not Autumn. She was stuck.

When this was all over, Robbie was flying to New York and choking Daphne. She should have never let her outgoing, extroverted, never-met-a-stranger editor/friend talk her into any of it.

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