Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Moon turned his head to glare at Priss. “Leave.”
Priss’ shoulder reared back. “I’m not leaving you with my sister!”
“It’s okay, Priss.” Larissa nodded toward her office. “We can talk in there.”
Relieved when Moon stepped back enough for her to enter her office, she gave Priss a reassuring glance, who wiggled the phone she was holding. Larissa felt somewhat reassured as she closed the door between them.
Her heart was fluttering so wildly as she walked to her desk that she was afraid she would pass out. Thank God, she managed to sink down in her chair before she did.
Lana’s description of Moon looking as if he had been put through a meat grinder was being kind. His eyes were almost swollen shut and were beginning to turn an ugly purple shade. His nose was swollen, and his lips were split where you could tell he had taken hits. He wore his arm in a sling, walked with a limp, and favored his right side with the way he was lowering himself into the chair in front of her desk. Knuckles on both of his hands had been bandaged and wrapped. From all the amount of injuries on him, she was surprised he wasn’t wearing a neck brace.
Once he was settled, Moon’s eyes traveled over her, making her feel as if he were stripping her blouse off her.
“I …”
“So, do you normally sneak into men’s bedrooms who don’t know you, or were you just looking for a thrill by fucking a biker?”
Larissa stared, aghast at the conclusion he had drawn.
“No! I’ve never done anything like that before in my life,” she replied adamantly. “I was only there because my sisters wanted to go. I tried to talk them into going home.” There was no way she was going to tell him that Lana had been the one who wanted to get up close and personal with him.
“For someone who didn’t want to be there, you sure made yourself at home.”
Larissa winced at the snide way he was talking to her. “I didn’t know it was you who … I …”
“You fucked?” he finished for her.
She felt red flood her cheeks. “Winter took me upstairs to use the restroom, and I was coming back down when I saw a couple having sex in a bedroom. I was embarrassed and didn’t know what to do—”
“Walk on by and mind your own business would have been my suggestion,” he offered snidely.
“I was going to. Then I heard a door opening and ran into your room to hide. I didn’t want the couple or the person coming up to see me outside the door,” she explained. “The room was dark. I didn’t even know you were inside until you spoke.”
“You could have easily just left.”
Larissa tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I could have,” she agreed. “In both instances, I was so focused on not making a fool of myself I made bad decisions.”
“That’s a fucking understatement.” Sarcasm dripped off his tongue. “You misrepresented yourself by acting like two of my friends.”
“I did,” she acknowledged, embarrassed. “There’s no excuse I can make. I still can’t understand why I did it.” Giving him a perplexed expression, she sought to make sense out of it. “I can’t explain something I don’t understand myself.” She laid herself bare, attempting to make amends.
“If you wanted to be fucked so badly, all you had to do was ask. Let’s put that shit aside for now … what really pisses me off is you not owning up to what you did. Hell, I would have given you a whirl if you had asked.”
Her teeth snapped together at the suggestive way he was looking at her. “I would have thrown myself over the staircase if I’d known it was you.” Insulting him, she stared back.
“I just had the fucking hell beat out me trying to find out who was in my room that night, so excuse me if I’m not coming across as a gentleman. But what the fuck? We saw each other in town a couple of times after that—”
“Three.”
“Three times after that night.” His glower made her wish she had remained silent. “And it didn’t dawn on you once to at least give me a hint that it was you?”
“It did,” she admitted. “I was just too embarrassed to say anything.”
“You should be.” Moon used his good hand to brace himself as he rose up from the chair.
Larissa felt the burning sting of tears at the back of her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Contempt filled his expression. “That’s the same fucking thing Winter said to me. Deceptive people are always sorry when they’re caught. All you had to do was be upfront and honest.” Moon gave her an insulting look. “I could have rocked your world.”
Each word felt like a knife shredding her pride into tattered strips. She had to tell him.