Free Caught Up in You by Roni Loren Page A

off.
    He held up his palms. “Kelsey.”
    She blinked once, twice, then her eyes went round.
“Wyatt?”
    “Yes, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to burst in on you like this.”
    She glanced downward, as if remembering how little she was wearing, and scrambled
     to her feet. She reached for a robe on the bench behind her and wrapped it around
     herself with hasty movements. “What the hell are you doing here? How did you even
     get in?”
    He stayed on the far side of the room, not wanting to make her retreat further. “I
     was worried about you, and no one could tell me where you were. I needed to see if
     you were okay. So I called in a favor to Jace.”
    “Goddammit. He shouldn’t have told you anything.” Her whole face was flushed now.
     Part of it was clearly anger, but he also sensed shame there, embarrassment. “I didn’t
     want you to . . . This is not your business.”
    He frowned, rubbing a hand over his jaw and feeling like a jackass for putting her
     in this position. “You’re right, it’s not. I’m overstepping bounds all over the place,
     but I had to see you. And God, to see you like this . . .”
    Her expression turned pained, and she looked away. “Right. Like this. Guess you can
     let whatever shred of respect you had left for me go now.”
    He took a tentative step closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull she always seemed
     to have on him. “Is that what you think? That I’ve lost respect for you? Kelsey, it’s
     taking everything I have not to haul you off to a private room and tie you to something
     so I can spend the rest of the night showing you exactly how I’d like to respect you.”
    Her face whipped back his way, surprise morphing her features. “What?”
    He peeked back at the closed door, hoping he still had a few minutes before being
     interrupted. “You’re not the only one with secrets.”
    She stared at him for a long moment, and he could almost see when the awareness dawned.
    “You’re a dom,” she said flatly, not looking at all happy about this conclusion.
    The term sounded almost foreign to his ears, it’d been so long since someone had called
     him that. “I used to be.”
    She shook her head and looked to the heavens. “I should’ve known.”
    Wyatt crossed his arms. “But Jace told me you were, too. Why are you in here?”
    All the starch seemed to leave her body as she knotted the sash around her waist and
     pulled the robe more tightly around her. “I’m trying to get promoted to a trainer
     so I can make more money. This is part of the process.”
    “How much money do you need, Kelsey?” he said, the possessiveness flaring up in him
     again. He’d be damned if he was going to let her turn her body over to some random
     guy so she could get cash.
    She pinned him with a warning gaze. “I appreciate your concern, but don’t get any
     charitable notions. I don’t take handouts, Wyatt. I can handle this.”
    The door opened behind him, and he spun around to find his brother with an I-told-you-so
     look standing behind a man who could only be Colby. The guy was as tall as Wyatt but
     built like a fucking lumberjack. And he looked mad enough to swing an ax Wyatt’s way.
     “Kelsey, you all right, sweetheart? Or do I need to haul this fucker outside?”
    Wyatt gritted his teeth.
    Kelsey raised a palm. “It’s okay, Colby. He’s a friend of mine. And was just leaving.
     I’m sorry about the delay. I’ll be ready for our session in a second.”
    Wyatt looked between the two of them.
The hell she would
. He stepped closer to Kelsey, thinking fast, altering his original plan. “I can offer
     you a job.”
    “Wyatt—”
    “I’ll pay you twenty-five thousand dollars for a week of work,” he said, snagging
     a figure out of the air. “But you’ll need to come with me right now.”
    Her lips parted in surprise. “What?”
    “I can explain everything to you, but not here.” He glanced at Colby and Jace, then
     back to her. “You don’t