Shadow by Nadine Nightingale

Author:Nadine Nightingale [Nightingale, Nadine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nadine Nightingale
Published: 2021-09-05T04:00:00+00:00

“L’Enfer.”

Markus

Being Deveraux’s unofficial bodyguard sucks ass. Sure, the room he gave me is thrice as big as my apartment in Chicago. The attached bathroom features a Jacuzzi and a step-in shower the size of my hotel room. The downside? I’ve been here less than two hours, and I am already forced to endure Dasha and Deveraux. Together. I can barely keep the green-eyed monster in check.

“Boulder?” Deveraux holds open the car door. “You ready?”

Ready to climb in the backseat of his Mercedes with him and Dasha? “After you.”

Dasha sits sandwiched between us. Her thigh bumps against my leg, sending an electric current straight down to my dick. Our make-out session at the gym feels like a lifetime ago. Now, she’s so close, the memories come flooding back. Rosy nipples, soft skin, the way her lips felt on my neck. Jesus, I’m beyond fucked. I can’t even ride in the same car with her; how am I supposed to get through my assignment?

“Are you sure you can’t join me, later?” Dasha bats her thick lashes at Deveraux. “Shopping sprees are so much more fun when someone carries the bags.”

“Sorry, babe.” Deveraux offers her an apologetic smile. “Angela and I have a meeting. We have to find vendors for the club.” Even if he didn’t grin like the motherfucker he is, I could tell he’s lying. Not about the “meeting Angela” part. But vendors aren’t on the schedule. Unless they discuss them while she’s riding him backward to Nirvana.

The insidious voice in the back of my mind questions why the fuck I’m protecting an asshole like Deveraux. I remind myself this isn’t about him. It’s about catching—preferably killing—Shadow.

Dasha rolls her eyes. “You’re no fun, Will.”

He winks at her. “That’s not what you say at night.”

My gaze darts to the door, the prospect of hitting asphalt at sixty miles per hour suddenly very tempting.

“Whatever.” Dasha is pissed. Can’t blame her. Her boyfriend would rather fuck his assistant than spend time with her.

I wonder what Dasha would do if she found out the truth? Blame Angela? Or would she be smart enough to accept she wasted her time on a cheating manwhore?

“Hey.” Deveraux cups her face. A little too rough for my taste. “Don’t be upset, babe. It’s business. But,” he bends forward, ogling me, “why don’t you take Boulder?”

“What?” Dasha and I bark in unison.

Deveraux flashes his most charming smile. “I’ll be at my mansion all afternoon. We’ve upped security, and I don’t think anyone will come after me in my own house.”

You don’t know the first thing about Shadow, idiot. He could kill you in Fort Knox if he pleases.

“What do you say, Boulder? Will you carry my girl’s bags and assure her she looks great in whatever she wears?”

Heat sears my skin. I look out the window, fighting the urge to strangle the jerk. “I’m nobody’s personal shopper.”

“It’s okay.” There’s an edge to Dasha’s voice. It speaks of hurt. “I’ll be fine on my own.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Why the hell do I feel guilty? He is her boyfriend and he’d rather fuck his mistress.

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