Lesser Crimes by Aitana Moore

Author:Aitana Moore [Moore, Aitana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-22T16:00:00+00:00

SEVENTEEN

The police didn't come, but a noise downstairs made James jump out of bed a few hours later.

Someone was trying to get into the house.

He found his pajama trousers on the chair and put them on, running on bare feet through the corridor. A closet on the way had a variety of golf clubs, and one of them would have to do as a weapon. Grabbing it, he quietly descended the stairs. Through the curtains of the living room, he could make out a shape playing with the lock on the glass doors that led to the garden.

That probably wasn't the coward, Hunter, but might be someone he had sent. Or it could be a burglar, although the real estate agent had boasted about the safety of the neighborhood.

In any case, he now had the advantage of surprise. When the door finally clicked open and the form emerged through the curtains, he tripped it with the golf club, ready to start beating it.

A woman's cry stopped him. He pulled the curtain aside and let the moonlight reveal the form on the ground.

"Lee!"

She turned around, leaning on her elbows. "That hurt!"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

The blouse slipped down her shoulder as she shrugged. "I dunno."

God, was she drunk.

"This isn't a good idea," he said, realizing he was still drunk as well.

"Why not?"

She was wet and had a playful light in her eyes. He extended his hand to pull her, and she jumped on him, wrapping legs around his torso and arms around his neck. "Why isn't it a good idea?"

James pried her hands open and set her on the ground. She took a step forward and he extended the club at arm's length to keep her away. “Now, now, kitty cat."

Lee pouted. "Why are you afraid of me?"

"Because you're acting crazy."

"I'm cold," she complained.

He circled her, keeping the club between them, and closed the door.

"I'm wet," Lee insisted.

"Kind of your fault, if you run around in the rain. Where's your coat? And where are your friends?"

"I ditched them and took a cab here.” She sneezed. “And they're not my friends."

"All right." He indicated a chair with the club. "Sit here, and I'll go get you something dry."

"OK."

He ought to have realized that her tone was too docile, because when he emerged from the bathroom with towels, she was lying sideways on his bed.

"Lee, no, no, no."

"I'm not doing anything. I'm just cold."

"Here," he offered the towels, and she started to undress.

James wanted to look, and he shouldn't, so he left the room. It was the silence that lured him back. Lee was wrapped in one of the towels, with a smaller towel around her head. The moonlight made the white-gold chain around her neck gleam. He looked away from the double temptation of her cleavage and legs.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I'm not doing anything."

"You need to go."

"Why?"

"Not going to explain it, you know."

Scowling, she said, "You touched me."

"What?"

"You started it. You touched my arm."

"That was just—"

"You know what that was.

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