Mr. Corporate (Mister #3) by JA Huss

Author:JA Huss [Huss, JA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Science Future Press
Published: 2016-08-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six - Weston

“You know what’s funny?”

“What?” Tori asks, looking down at her plate.

“All the other Misters had to keep that night a secret from everyone. Remember that guy, Five? Who told us not to talk to each other?”

“Sure,” she says, her voice small and sad. “I remember you telling me about him.”

“Well, none of the other guys ever got to tell their side of the story. Not to the rest of us, or their parents, or even their lawyers. Because Five came in and took over. Sent us on our ways. We talked on the phone, sure. But not about the case. It was always about what we were doing. What we’d do next. How we might help each other. But I always had you. And I didn’t have to tell you what happened because you saw the whole thing. So I guess I made a mistake back then.”

“How do you figure?” She looks up at me, those brilliant violet eyes wide and watery like she might cry. She loves me. I know she does.

“I let you down. I didn’t mean to let you down, Tori. It just happened so fast.”

“I know.” She sighs. “It did happen fast. That’s why I wasn’t sure if we were real.”

“We’re real, Miss Arias. And maybe I didn’t start this trip with getting to know you better in mind, but it’s not a bad way to end it, right?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” She says it in a very firm voice. There is no way she will tell me what’s hidden behind those eyes. No way. Not tonight.

“OK,” I say, giving in. “But are you willing to listen? Because I think I do want to talk about it. My past, I mean. Not yours.”

She blinks at me. “How much more is there?”

I shrug. “A lot more.”

She considers this for a few moments, but remains silent.

“Are you interested?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I stand up and walk around the small table, extending my hand. “Then come with me.”

I lead her back upstairs—all the way upstairs—to the bedrooms. And then I take her into the master bedroom where the view out the massive floor-to-ceiling window is palm trees thrashing, rain pouring down so hard that rivers are running down the glass, and the angry ocean that wants to eat this island alive. I’ve got a blanket on the floor in front of the window and I motion for her to take a seat.

She does, and I do as well.

“Put your head in my lap, Victoria. And look up at me as I talk.” It’s an order, and she hates orders. But for whatever reason, she complies. I stroke her hair, loving the softness of it. And the smell. Even though it smells like salt, and rain, and wind, and it hasn’t been brushed in two days.

I love this version of Victoria Arias. The wild one. Not just on the inside, but the outside too. She never lets herself be wild in appearance. She is always tailored, and polished, and put-together.

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