Free Sabin, A Seven Novel by A.M. Hargrove

Excellent. Just excellent. Then she starts to sing. Or at least that’s what I think it’s supposed to be only it sounds more like an animal screeching in pain.
    “Serena.” No response, other than her singing about swinging from a chandelier and tomorrow not existing. Fuck. Help me. I hope she doesn’t sing in her sleep.
    I pound on the door and call her name again. Now she’s singing about holding on for dear life. No shit. Aren’t we all?
    “Serena!”
    “Ack,” she shrieks. “What?”
    “I need to speak with you.”
    “Crap. You scared me.”
    Yeah, well let me tell you, sweetheart, what your singing did to me. “Sorry. This is important. How long before you’re finished?”
    “Hang on. I’ll be out in a sec.” I hear the water turn off. Minutes later she walks out as steam pours into the room. Christ, did she use all the hot water? And how long was she in there? But then I get a look at her wrapped in nothing but that skimpy towel and the smartass comment that was hovering on the tip of my tongue vanishes like a wisp of smoke. And so does the question I was going to ask her.
    I am mesmerized as I watch her squeeze the excess water out of her hair. “Do you by any chance have any extra towels around here? I took the only unused one I could find.”
    Saliva pools in my mouth as I gawk at her lips. Yes, gawk. I ogle this woman and am incapable of tearing my fucking eyes away from her. She’s exquisite. Her porcelain skin gleams with beaded moisture and I swear to whatever god she worships, if I could lick every droplet off her, I would. I think my cock just moaned, because it’s about to rip a fucking hole in my damn pants.
    “Sabin? I asked you a question.”
    I want to fall on my knees, grab that towel, and bury my face between her thighs. Instead, I clear my throat. Not once but several times and swallow. Control. I need to regain control. How in the ever loving fuck am I going to spend one night in that bed with this woman and keep my greedy hands off her? Has anyone ever died of a boner before? I may be the first.
    “Yes, I will locate more towels for you.” My voice is gruff.
    “Thank you. And you wanted?”
    Wanted? Other than to slam my cock into you and make you moan, what did I want?
    “Yeah. Could you get dressed, please?”
    “I can’t.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “I don’t know where my clothes are. They’re not in the closet.”
    Where the hell did Rafe stow her things? “I’ll check that out. In the meantime, I’ll give you something to wear.” There’s no fucking way I can carry on a decent conversation with her only wearing that towel. My cock brain won’t allow it. I hurry to the closet and come up with a T-shirt and a pair of workout pants. “These will be quite large on you, but they’ll do until I can locate your things.”
    She goes into the bathroom and comes back out swimming in my clothes. It makes me smile. Nothing, or hardly anything, makes me smile.
    “You like?”
    “Yeah. Very sexy.” She thinks I’m joking. But I’m not. Not even a little. Even in those damn things that are as big as a sack on her, she still looks like the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in ages. Maybe in my entire life. As much as I hate this, I indicate that she take a seat on the bed. Then I begin.
    “You said the necklace was given to a friend that you’ve fallen out of favor with?”
    “Yeah, stupid girl thinks I tried to steal her loser of a boyfriend. Now she won’t speak to me. I mean seriously, the guy is the biggest mooch, won’t work, lives with her, and I caught him stealing money out of her wallet. Then she gets mad at me .”
    And this is what drives me nuts about women. “Okay, that’s all fine.”
    She stops me with her arm extended, palm facing me. “What do you mean it’s all fine? There is nothing fine about that. At all. He was stealing from her. She had no right to be angry with me. She should’ve been happy that I caught the thief.”
    “True, but