Free Hide: Part One (The Black Letters Series Book 1) by Brooke Page Page B

hiding drugs on our properties in Grand Rapids through Chino. Considering he’s always on-site, we have a strong belief it’s him.”
    I crossed my legs and arms. “I’m telling you right now, that man isn’t capable of handling a multi-location drug scheme. You and Tyler need to look elsewhere.”
    “Do you think I want Mitch to be the one who’s hiding drugs? Of course not, but he knows our building sites the best. That’s why we think it’s him.”
    “Well, it’s not.”
    Exasperated with the conversation, I stood and made my way toward my bedroom. I slammed the door shut before Nathan could come after me. I was tired of listening to his bullshit business side. I’d talk to him in the morning when we weren’t fuming.
    My mind flashed back to the moment Mitch’s nose brushed my ear and how it made my skin come alive with need. I pulled open the bottom drawer of my nightstand to find every woman’s secret joy. Setting BOB down on my pillow put a small smile on my face. I’d clean up for bed and then be put to a peaceful sleep by some vibrating magic.
    With brushed teeth and no clothes, I crawled into bed, covering myself with a warm and fuzzy blanket. My skin was sensitive to the soft fabric, and tingles spread like wildfire the second the gentle buzzing sound filled my ears.
    My thoughts wandered to sexy visions of half-clothed men with tanned skin and bulky biceps. Everything was going smoothly until Mitch’s face popped into my fantasy, his strong hands grasping my hips as I had my dirty way with him. My hand moved faster as my breathing sped up, imagining how his piercing green eyes would examine my body. I loved the look men gave me when I took control. Their excitement made me feel confident and powerful. Being on top was important to me. I needed it in my life; otherwise, I’d have crumbled a long time ago.
    In my fantasy Mitch sat up, his abs flexing as his strong hands worked their way up my sides and to my back, gripping my shoulder blades. My breath caught as I pictured him lifting me off his lap, laying me down on the bed and crawling on top of me. I opened my legs wider as my legs began to twitch, imagining his hips pressing into my pelvis and the bulge of his biceps over my small frame as he took control.
    My insides contracted rapidly once dream Mitch pushed into me, his eyes wild as he lay above me.
    More thrusts of BOB sprung from my wrist, just as his thrusts would plunge deeper. I was coming hard and fast, my entire body shaking with the erratic thoughts of Mitch having his way with me.
    Once I came down from my high, I groaned in frustration. An orgasm was supposed to fix my stress but this one had only confused my brain more. I had to stop thinking about Mitch.
    He was arrogant, self-centered, a complete moron, and—
    And I didn’t want him to get hurt.
    The haunting notion that Rod was back in my life was something I couldn’t take lightly. He was dangerous to everyone I crossed paths with, and his note today made it clear that Mitch was a target.
    I threw BOB on the ground and rolled over, pulling the blanket to my neck and wishing I hadn’t made my life so complicated.

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Now you’re getting it. Remember who’s good for you.
    Wear those stockings more often.
    -Rod
     
    Relief swept through me once I got on the plane to travel to Chicago. I always felt safer when I was in a completely different state than that crazy loon.
    We’d just finished finding Becca’s wedding dress, and somehow Becca’s sister and I had to get her in the mood to go out. She and Tyler were still rocky since his father’s death, so a good night out would help clear both their minds. Except the party wasn’t totally put together yet. Nathan and I hadn’t hashed out our issues, so our phone calls were clipped and party planning was slim. All of the necessary reservations were made, but I hadn’t talked to him all week. I was still frustrated with his actions toward me and his