Follow Me (Corrupted Hearts) by Tiffany Snow

Author:Tiffany Snow [Snow, Tiffany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503938397
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2016-10-03T23:00:00+00:00

10

A banging on my door woke me the next morning and I stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I hadn’t slept well and I tried to comb my hair with my fingers as I crossed through the living room to the front door.

The knock came again as I pulled open the door. “Stop,” I pleaded.

Clark stood there, one hand still poised to knock, holding a drink tray with two Starbucks cups in the other. His brows flew up when he saw me.

“I woke you?” he asked.

“Ya think?” I snorted, then turned away, letting him follow me inside. I headed for the couch as he shut the door. Grabbing a blanket from the basket on the floor, I tucked it around me as I burrowed into the corner of the sofa. “What are you doing up so early on a Sunday?”

“I was worried about you,” Clark said, sitting next to me and handing me one of the cups of coffee. I sniffed appreciatively. I always wanted Starbucks on Sunday morning, but was just too lazy to actually get in my car and go get it.

“Why? I’m perfectly fine.” I took a careful sip. Pumpkin spice. Yum. I’d say it was a lucky guess, but I was a middle-class white girl, so it wasn’t like it had been a total shot in the dark that I’d like that particular latte flavor.

“Your boss was here last night, on a Saturday night, being all dick-like and controlling.” He looked at me. “You’re telling me none of that is worrying?”

Clark was freshly showered and shaved, the dampness of his hair making it an even darker shade so it was nearly black. He wore a blue long-sleeved shirt that had three buttons, the top two undone. The fabric stretched tight across his broad shoulders and showcased the depth of his chest from front to back. He wasn’t a supertall guy, but he was a big guy.

Suddenly self-conscious, I combed my fingers again through my hair, which lay in long heavy waves over my shoulders. My pajamas were as far from sexy as it was possible to be, though they were really comfy.

“Sometimes my job can be a little demanding,” I said with a shrug.

“A little demanding?” The sarcasm was hard to miss. “What the hell do you do? I thought you were a computer programmer.”

“I am . . . sort of.” I took another sip.

“What do you mean, ‘sort of’?”

“Well, it’s just that I’m a bit more than your usual programmer,” I tried to explain. “The stuff we do, it’s really advanced and cutting-edge. We create software and tech that sometimes have their origins in science fiction. We make it real.” It was one of the coolest things about my job, and I could feel excitement curling in my belly. “Things you could only imagine being able to do in the future, we are actively creating every day.”

“Like what?”

Okay, not a whole lot I could say here since so much was secret, but there were a few things.

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